Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor
Title: Stampede
Year: 2016

Stampede

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: Devil's Shape
Year: 2016

Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape? human beings - lineage of Cain
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape in me?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more!… 
now that we cannot see the sky
won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more…
We want everything to be our slave… we grow up together but die like we're enemies… 
Our decay begins when we can't dream the same… hands turn sharp while the world turns grey… 
if only we can kill our gods and kings and queens… tear down crowns and break the hardest chains.
So we plant in our doom some cruel end
So we felt, in our tour, both love and hate
While we shrink in our world, scars blooming hate
In our plank, in our room, doors closing in.
While we shield in our bones, scars… (scars blooming hate)
Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape?
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, I play alone, before I rot, stay calm, no matter…no!
before we've had enough of this wrath
may the world spit away us too and
Turn it over, again
over

Devil's Shape

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: Greenwitch
Year: 2016

Greenwitch

THUNDRA
Justice has blindfold like the hate that invades minds and souls, like the hate coming to us so strong, we can’t move from this hole, we just can take what we can and say that’s our prison where we don’t move.
And i’m dying into breath in! And i’m dying into breath out and... On and on in history we saw that gore, so i just can seem to burn already, and i just can’t get it.
No treasures to keep, in my mind, myself and then me, all that i can see is too late. Before we can make, rebuild, then change... I don’t feel any difference to the world made out with our insticts.
There are just a few moments that we shared without rage and fear.
I extract another thorn from my heart and skin, extract another thorn from my heart and skin... so sink... from my heart and so sink i just sink sink on my own and again (exactly where i’m dying into) get lost in the thundra of our heads (exactly where i’m dying into) save us from poisons we taken to rescue cause i’m dying into...

Filth in my Garage - Thundra

FUTURE

Drilling into nothing, roth is in the air, (run), cause nobody’s savior, since we’re all born to die. Cause no one will teach how we die.
(Run) there’s nothing left to evolve nothing considering you... considering...
Drilling into nothing, roth is in the air, all i gave is all i’ve got and now it turns my mind into 
shadows that collapsin’ into spider‘s web, thrown away, my body is just a uniform of what we are... Thorns!
I feel like they’re into...
A uniform of what we are. Erase yourself enjoy the time that’s passed and just create someting that’ll never last!

What a torture - My mind’s killing me!
And no one can stand to it - Transmissions lost...
And no one can stand to it - Thorns come out from my desires, my flesh fasting and starving to Death, filling with poisons that shut my eyes , watch me now i’m digging my own grave...


The only thing that i can reach tonight is love, and slowly it consumes (me).
I can’t explain what gore means through the eyes, cause grace can be the same and
I can bring a knife and stick it in my eyes but can not stay in the truth...
Bring i knife and stick it in my eyes... And dance with the absurd.


Drilling into nothing, roth is in the air, wash ya head and show my mouth is already into me is the fearfullness of being suffocated while i must consider that risking, is better than remain and stare and burning,
than shiver, words against my voice and than rejecting to live in...
And wasting a life.

Cut my arms, dry your eyes, unspeakable deeds just explain me how!


The only thing that i can reach tonight is love, and slowly it consumes (me).
I can’t explain what gore means through the eyes, cause grace can be the same and
I can bring a knife and stick it in my eyes but can not stay in the truth...
Bring i knife and stick it in my eyes... And dance with the absurd.


Filth in my Garage - Future

PRESENT

Disinformation causes frustration into the absent mind, and so cover the scars and try to find a way through.
I’m so alive that I can’t find an easy way to cry.
I’m so alive so could I just pull off the shadows from my eyes 
Finding a way to hide what covers all my skyes..
Just find an easier way to die.. 
I’m so unquiet began from my desires to just make an end on my own time, 
and so pull off the spiders that came into (how they came into?)
What shall go down, can rise up and scream untill the sun, will teach a new life how to get the strenght of feeling safe and sound. (Safe and Sound)

All of our days passing thru haze, swallowed by daze, asking the skyes, sinking and sinking with blood shot eyes... 
Seas now are shaking, our ships are sinking in hollows, and all of your treasures can’t reach the sky... 
And when you’ll find yourself into it... with a hand on your chest you will ear no more sound...
No beating heart but brand new ears to hear a sound.
Ground no more ground, but brand new eyes will look the clouds
look: there’s silence all the way through.
Takes my breath away to see our desperate odds...

Empty words... Empty words...
Empty words... Empty words...

And stars will shine theyr desperate glowin’..
And still resonate in my head the sound of words unspoken.

The useless, the homeless, the humble, the rich, 
we all be so breathless, the end’s what we reach.
Like mothers and flowers, the haters and lovers, 
the bullets, the kisses, untouchable prints.
The gods, believes, presences and myths 
they’ll feel alone and looking for slaves.
Looking for a begin, for someone to feel, 
for someone who cries, he can’t understand!

We fail, we kill, we suffer and weep, 
but that’s what we were, and no more it will be.
A shadow, that print, a billion ants dead, 
with mouths full of gold, too red to be good.
With eyes of fire, we stare at the sun, 
it seems to shine more..so why am I so cold?!
And everything that has ever been built 
is passing with me, we’re all so fragile!

And tombs, and tombs we can’t all be graved. 
The deaf eye of god, toward us is closed.
The end is the end, to relative eyes, 
someone, perhaps, will find a new way.


FILTH IN MY GARAGE

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