Clausura Demo

Demos for "Minotaur"


Charming eyes he'll take you everywhere
and spill his guts like it was nothing at all
he'll tell you all about his drug abuse
Its was hard at first but he is off it now

caught him wishing that he had his old love to see
bullets made of crowns and melted nails for the 
drastic changes the he wears
on his face in scars it feels like a magnet pulling us to 
follow undercut by this old temporment 

You can feel the change hes turning grim and grey
with more then blood behind his smile and in his veins
with tears like frost try to confront him
he whispers babe i'd never use you

caught him wishing that he had his old love to see
bullets made of crowns and melted nails for the 
drastic changes the we wear
on his face in scars it feels like a magnet pulling us to 
follow undercut by his old tempormental life

To feel him return was all you wanted


Optimate

demos for "Minotaur"

in the parting months you were holding out 
the fleeting wish of smiling mouths
to show the teeth behind a 
momentary loss of self 
it reflects on you the way you kissed 
goodnight the hidden storm on dim horizons
Cold and wet shedding black paper planes 

That rain for you and its an excellent time to be alive
theres so many to catch with an arrow stuck in your neck
 such a drag

Now its time you called it off 
stop pretending they're enough for you
you wish you were born this way
and you couldn't change
out of the habits self fufilling propositions
to the other sex  the ones you love 
 the ones you would attack with black

paper planes flying over the streets and down to me
im so desperate to lose that i cant see them coming i cant seem to catch any one
they're all gone

Black Paper Planes

some kinda demo
for something

its a harmless victory
one night stand for a catacomb
filled with skulls and martyrs
filled with empty promises

like
we can start a life for real and all our kids'll be beautiful
i said everything you need to hear without leading on 
to the fact
that i cant have a feeling if it is worth anything 
and theres nothing else in my head besides
i want you i want you

i'll call you a saint i will call you whatever
i'll say anything you want
i'll call you a friend i will call you a lover
i'll say any thing you want	
i'll call you dark i will call you my sinner
i'll say anything you want
i will give you a name that will last forever

a deathwish im not a dancer
im not steel im a running stag
fed up with my  antlers
file them off with a promise that

if you will just let me stay here in your bed tonight

Motorcycle Maus