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Son of NeptuneI've lost my heartSon of Neptune by Paranoid-Man
in the burning sand,
among the dunes.
A bright sun shines right upon it,
brighter than your gaze ever was
when you laid your eyes
I am the bastard son of Neptune,
the child of the waves.
I come crawling,
full of algae,
rejected by the sea,
by the land,
I've lost my heart
among dunes so empty,
emptier than your soul,
emptier than your gaze.
Visul tacutNecunoscutului ii ardVisul tacut by Paranoid-Man
în timp ce simte, atinge,
Punând mâna pe pieptul visului
atinge văzduhul şi negura vremii.
Moartea tace, timpul trece.
Pendulul încă mai vorbeşte.
Tăcere ce o poţi tăia cu gândul,
precum întunericul coşmarului.
The Last CallBound by shacklesThe Last Call by Paranoid-Man
so old, that they,
they have etched their way
under the skin,
no longer to be seen,
always to be beneath my skin.
I see your face in the mirror,
I see mine, I see the other,
I see no one.
The cold, sweet,
tender kiss of the bullet awaits.
It keeps circling my path,
it smiles at me.
The guard shouts:
“Step away heathen,
come right up to the merry-go-round.”
The vile scum I am, I see it now,
in the mirror.
The puddle of water that has become my mirror,
in this hole of a cage.
“The scum, the devilish scum
must cry and cringe.
It must work itself into salvation.”
But there is none, no salvation
to hope for, to wait,
Tis only minutes till they off us,
tis only minutes till the darkness.
We Were Ahead of Our PackBottled tension,We Were Ahead of Our Pack by Paranoid-Man
Shards of ice running through my cheeks
and I am still doing alright, doing alright.
Freezing hands, freezing eyes,
freezing bodies that must get closer
to get warmer.
Give me your hand and let me be your lover,
let me hold you when you shiver in spasms
of deathly inner coldness.
Don't go down into the dying light,
don't go down into the dirty mud.
Bottled tension, bottled love,
I stand before you, ready to duel.
My blood runs quicker and quicker,
it's like a train, or an airplane,
running, speeding, flying in my veins.
Amped up speed, dopamine, oxytocin,
I stand there ready with my hand on the holster.
I stare into your eyes, I draw, I shoot, I fall,