Leap into shade

I wore myself: the usual fix
Walked into the game with my nails in pink
Behind your eyes again a nix
I look at my self now I’m out of sync

Hard not to perceive in black and white
When this whole world is waiting to smite
Am I the only god around?
Or is someone hatching underground

And it feels like a desert grew
And I’m just a pilgrim walking nude
And it seems like I fell for you
And life’s restarted my cruelest loop

I always thought I didn’t fit
I tried my best to make the list
Igniting the world with my hair dyed pink
Finished by learning we are all star lit

And it feels like a desert grew
And I’m just a pilgrim walking nude
And it seems like a fell for you
And life’s restarted my cruelest loop

I’ll dissolve into space
Giving up this whole charade
I’ll wake up into grace
Out of this race, leap into shade.
Into shade

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Mishima’s Angel

Tonight, an Angel came down, spied on your bay, with your eyes obsessed, its wings it must slay. Exiled from al light, it never thought it would cry, its water melting away, the sparks of blue moon.

Forget subtle flight remember his bite forget from where you came remember his name fly away, fly away, fly away the risk of love is far too much to bear 

Tonight, an Angel fixed on your scent, collapsed against your walls, Its frame seduced and bent, drifts through your wrists, a warm world inside, sinking towards your depths. A bestial laissez faire, smiling as it cuts, all questions swept aside: biting into play, playing into blood, sweating into life…

Fly away, fly away, fly away the risk of love is far too much too bear 

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Take a walk with fate

Walking in the subway always made you feel upset
nameless faced mixed together in a faithless fete
but you know, if life’s your mirror you’re the one to blame
thru the port the moon is smiling like its Cate Blanchett

Not all killers ramble thru with refined taste
take a walk with fate
not all victims play so fiercely with their razor blades
take a walk with fate

Natural selection never played it so quite well
in the midst of murder plays in dialectic rage
“looks that kill” one instant and then crying off backstage
Taking all your hurt on others, blood dripping from your chanel

Not all killers ramble thru with refined taste
take a walk with fate
not all victims play so fiercely with their razor blades
take a walk with fate

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Bleak lies