I've decided to read
some words of The good Nietzsche
I know I could be a Super-man
if I catch my reflection on it
If I stop to think and to spend
time instead turn on the lamps
Living in a black hole lost
putting my belief in my own
saying that my ego is on top
while erotic moves spin around
Why should I obey a Holy House?
my brain works like Mickey Mouse's
Reality shows me how I'm not superior
I need to deal with myself and with my heroes
I've decided to read
some words of The good Nietzsche
God is a powerful suicide
without crown, built by awful lies
an energy circulating star cores
circulating children's minds next doors
Darwin is a beast like no-one else
Nobody can draw a piece of the Hell
Eyes follow me hidden in the Sunshine
superior men bearing a weak line
but I ain't got the power anymore
I waste all my dreams, wishes and loves
I lay my belief in the visible reality
however I can't believe in my own theory
I've decided to read
some words of The good Nietzsche
I've decided to keep
some words of The good Nietzsche
Nietzsche decided to see
what I really could be
So I've decided to leave
some words for The good Nietzsche
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Silence
Feel what nobody feels
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Alone with my PC
without DJ, without him
I can see the sun rises
I can't spend my time
the silence has a domination
domino dance and fascination
I wanna see the floor
shakin' all before
the death, the red
light shining like a laser
in a closed box, baby
I guess I've got a letter
from you, it doesn't matter
'cause, truth, I can run and run away
without my legs and my Faith
Feel what nobody feels
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Written with cold blood, fallen angels
suck, suck, I'm homesick in Connecticut
cutting lines, hurting burns
motorcycles and black leather
orgy so crazy in a Paradise
queer, I'll eat your feathers 'n letters
meet my fucking-blue-dick-full-size
the pathway is only one
to follow you, I'll be your fan
making tattoo in all my body
drawing my skull in all the jackets
Play my game and get my soul
this party without you is so-so
Our love is a sacrifice
we got religion to spend time
to spend time, to spend time...
Feel what nobody feels
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Alone with my PC
without DJ, without him
I can see the sun rises
I can't spend my time
the silence has a domination
domino dance and fascination
I wanna see the floor
shakin' all before
the death, the red
light shining like a laser
in a closed box, baby
I guess I've got a letter
from you, it doesn't matter
'cause, truth, I can run and run away
without my legs and my Faith
Feel what nobody feels
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Written with cold blood, fallen angels
suck, suck, I'm homesick in Connecticut
cutting lines, hurting burns
motorcycles and black leather
orgy so crazy in a Paradise
queer, I'll eat your feathers 'n letters
meet my fucking-blue-dick-full-size
the pathway is only one
to follow you, I'll be your fan
making tattoo in all my body
drawing my skull in all the jackets
Play my game and get my soul
this party without you is so-so
Our love is a sacrifice
we got religion to spend time
to spend time, to spend time...
Feel what nobody feels
Reflections of one life no-real
Each bright spot in the sky, so dark
makes me lose all my playing cards
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Excuse Moi
Excuse moi
My style is hard
my pink-long hair, my little white-black cat
will make your eyes so dark
yeah, don't label me while I'm listening to Bowie
I'm tired so much of all this hurry
I just wanna live a life with my grand-daughter
I've had to carry you on my back, now I think I lost my shoulders
Excuse moi
My language is not kind
my lumberjack boots are dirty but
I keep the world behind
yeah, I scream everywhere to help these slaves
I know I know my town, I'm down, why are they ashamed?
I can listen to Gaga, put something as balaclava on it
I don't agree with silly guess from people I hate
Excuse moi
I've never seen to Eiffel
don't have enough money to buy a whole house
or my happiness
Je ne comprend pas
Ton visage est très Jolie
I'll always remember your name
and your taste before I sleep
I'll always remember your name
and your smell before I sleep...
My style is hard
my pink-long hair, my little white-black cat
will make your eyes so dark
yeah, don't label me while I'm listening to Bowie
I'm tired so much of all this hurry
I just wanna live a life with my grand-daughter
I've had to carry you on my back, now I think I lost my shoulders
Excuse moi
My language is not kind
my lumberjack boots are dirty but
I keep the world behind
yeah, I scream everywhere to help these slaves
I know I know my town, I'm down, why are they ashamed?
I can listen to Gaga, put something as balaclava on it
I don't agree with silly guess from people I hate
Excuse moi
I've never seen to Eiffel
don't have enough money to buy a whole house
or my happiness
Je ne comprend pas
Ton visage est très Jolie
I'll always remember your name
and your taste before I sleep
I'll always remember your name
and your smell before I sleep...
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