The Ocean - CigarToTragiC

Wake up wake up, i'm here to heal
you now from the past you must
get rid, rebirth again it worth
a try, a glimpse of future
you'll see, you need, i feel now
and never like this

Like 
the ocean
i'm in 
peace today

An equilibrium
between the depth
and the surface

The storm
is coming
where is
my sanctuary

The Ocean

Martha's Vineyard [a]Ffect - CigarToTragiC(AfroMerda)

You act like you do belong
But can't outreach me neither
the jaws of the machine
this spleen feeling will not

artifice and artificial
artifice and artificial
artifice and artificial
artifice and you die here

We set our rules
We stand our ground
We pray our gods

For you to drown
While burning down
While we get rid
Our time to raid

This is so artifice
the resounding echo of your life
this sacrifice

Martha's Vineyard [a]Ffect

CLEAR - Cigar To Tragic

Why you always keep on chasing me
I always want you to be by your way
Bring me pain and bring me on the edge
Carry on and break my self control

I can't live waiting this way
I can't live waiting this way

Awaken up, I'll brake my cage
I'll cut the wires
Downfalling fire on your glasshouse
I hope you're trapped

I found out you only act retarded
Measuring space between your sweet words
Get from me and feed your self esteem
Now you know I'll never take control

And you finally lead all my fears
So you can escape easily from me
I point out that you're killing me
I don't care a fuck if you love my songs

Clear

Empty looks during time
stare at me
She missed the pledge once more
broke the edge
My throat bleeds in vain
corroded chain
Vodka ice in my eyes
restrain tears

One more draft
my bad star never fades
In my frame
nothing ever changes

Birds of hell over my head
smell my wound
Plumage black and red eyes
thery're pointing me
My luck is overdue
a jagged chuck
Clammy is the shelter
in my heart

One more draft
my bad star never fades
In my frame
nothing ever changes

Still Frames

like https://soundcloud.com/cigartotragic/the-ocean but instrumental

The Ocean (instrumental)

We do what we do and it's all correct
Until we realize it's all corrupt
We live in a bubble called swindle
We move on a track: conformity

Our life's based on misconceptions
"Please let me work for my dignity"
This is a waste, you are the infection
I hope you choke on your fake coin

Every song is a failure we want to share
A picture that is moving faster than our ambition

And this is my way of letting a door wide open for you
to exit

The Year of Recovery

Here's so dark so cold souls are givin'up
And i can't exhale as i stare once again
at the human's body imperfections

Time goes by and i contemplate
The freezing air, can't listen what you say
Words crashing on the ground

Suddenly i was right through, right through
Constantly you were following me
Suddenly i was right through, right through
Constantly you were over me


Streets are fading and my steering wheel failing
Slowly dancing over a white noise
Can't you feel the abound

Found the point where the sky meet the conscience
Analyzing my whole life
Like the time i was far from home

This is the melody for the ones about to drop
This is the melody for the ones who's wasting

Suddenly i was right through, right through
Constantly you were following me
Suddenly i was right through, right through
Constantly you were over me

Mind Lapse

A perfect mix of misery and beauty that fills my days
and at night i stay up just to question with myself


We used to stare at the ocean 
     i can feel no more of it
           just the desert in 
                     my heart

An attempt to divide
	what's good and what kills you
A perfectly designed
	illusion of having time
Can't you see those windows
	are just old mirrors
The user experience
	comes last in our own lives


  we waste too much wondering   if we're grown up
the out of time, awkward love   is a confirm but
         Outside we're golden   Inside we're frozen
          Outside we're naked   Inside we're broken


An attempt to divide
	what's good and what kills you
A perfectly designed
	illusion of having time
Can't you see those windows
	are just old mirrors
The user experience
	comes last in our own lives