Stray

In the white freeze never spoke of tears

Or opened up to anyone including myself

I would like to

Find a way to open to you

Been a while, don't know if I remember how to

I'm here waiting on the edge

Would I be alright showing myself to you

It's always been so hard to do

Stray,

No regret 'cause I've got nothing to lose

Stray, always stray, always.

No chains, but that doesn't means no bounds.

Just a backpack, a few shirts and stuffs, a pack of smokes and the moon as a lady.

Take on the roads and the streets, for those are your flat

And sky itself is your roof.

i'm waiting, waiting.

I just want to stray again.

Stray, and no chains,

Stray

I only want more pastis

-H and A, good friends of mine-

Damn it has been a long time since i saw them.

Two friends, two souls, together for years and maybe ever.

Two different origins.

Two, yet one.

It has been a long time since i ever felt the feeling of a mate.

Friends? yes

Good Friends? yes

Best friends? yes

But how about a soul mate?

Not the love stuff, it's useless. It truly is.

The only thing we need, is one

only one soul mate

and he's a friend

Just a friend.

Just This

They'll be making sure you stay amused

They'll fill you up with drugs and booze

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

In the end, the only thing that will stays in theses are the aspects of blood.

Bloodshot eyes.

But We just want to feel.

We want to feel alive.

I want.

and then,

Heart attack

Acid

There she was, in the middle of the private bar called cabaret.

She came alone, and she wanted to exit with some company.

She just wanted to feel beautiful, knowing perfectly that no one cared, as long as she was fuckable.

So there she was, dancing in the middle of the stage. Hotty, she was shaking.

With the Trancegenererated Acidphase of the beat, she saw the one man.

With many people around him, all sharing a drink.

Booze, smokes, pills and loud music.

They ahd the night that many dreams to have.

They had the night she dreamed to have.

yet he looked bored.

He had the same look of someone who got used to what he's doing.

And it was true.

But then, he stood up. Finished his smokeand drink, and started staring at her.

His eyes made her stop.

The whole air stopped at his footsteps.

He held her.

he kissed her

and then he took her to the back room.

The room of pleasure.

but there, she couldn't feel what she wanted.

All she could feel was pain.

No love, no suave feelings.

Just plain rough sex.

and the night ended here

because that's a students night

Rockin' On

Let's get this Over with, will we?

teenage pleasures

This is what's all about.

Pleasure.

Smoke, drink, pill, fashion and action.

And then you go down, down, down.

All i want is some noise.

Some Boys Noize

Lady fascination

It's a lady fascination

A teenage getaway

What ever your lady is

May it be Smokes, drugs or women

It's a fascination

I Find it Kind of Funny

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And it's kind of sad, it's just like that.

Always trying to find a new source of fun

In the end, it's always the same.

So let's just find it, the ones, the pleasures.

Share it, steal it, destroy.

We, are coming first

We are

Mad World

One Fucking memorable Night.

two fucking coincidences.

a Great week.

Lots happened here:

- Meetin'g Tommy Tea and Alexis from Death Crew 77, smoking some weed with them. We just couldn't realise it, but it was true.

- one hour before the gig, they saw us, they went towards us and shoke our hands.

- The gig... just wow. I just can't write more than this, besides that it will be carved into my memory forever.

- after the gig, the fucking backstage. We sat, we drank, we smoked with them.

- then saying good bye

During this night, i couldn't think of anything, there was no need to think, to waste time, only because

I didn't lost myself,

I had found myself

And it couldn't have been better without you. It was good, real good. Sharing this gig with you, or thursday night, with Sam, Katie Georgina, emily, Caetan. I can only say that it was good, short, but good. Bruxxels summer time, prepare yourself.

Just like Kelly said:

Everything is carved in our memories.

Death Crew 77