Lyrics : 

I don’t know what you’ve been through
As long’you know what you do
When you are on your own
Thinking to what went wrong

I don’t know what you could do
I feel guilty to watch you
In the gloom of your room
A look to the tomb you’ll meet soon

Don’t ask me how I know
I am just watching the way you go
Don’t regret what you’ve done
Hold my hand instead of shun
Don't ask me why
I am just watching the way you die

Song : Blue Man Studio©
Lyrics : Blue Man Studio©
Music : Blue Man Studio©
Mix : Blue Man Studio©

Crack In The Door

Song : Blue Man Studio©
Lyrics : Blue Man Studio©
Music : Blue Man Studio©
Mix : Blue Man Studio©

A Tale About Salem Part II

Lyrics :

There is a tale about Salem, that no books have ever said, and what it tells about Salem, is home spun truth of blue blue man. He's wearing blue, the blue o'man, the blue we draw, the blue we play, but what is strange about this man is that he walks straight to Salem. 

On his own way straight to Salem, he found a goal, he found an aim
But please take care here in Salem, it will all become the same
On these weird things, magic and tricks, only in a place such as Salem,
But what remains about this man is that he walks straight into Salem.

There is a bat, there is a cat, follow his steps straight to Salem, this is a squat, this is a trap when you cross roads straight to Salem. 
There is something about Salem, about this fucking special man.
But what is true about Salem it’s all these voices in his head.


Song : Blue Man Studio©
Lyrics : Blue Man Studio©
Music : Blue Man Studio©
Mix : ©Alexis Hadefi

A Tale About Salem Part I

Behind The Heavy Doors - V3

I've been made of human will
Embracing a iron grip
Naturally created
Through a chemical affect

I've been named, as I'm living
Vividly born from the page
Breathing slowly impressive 
Pray tell, how cursed I am

There is one day, I believe 
Everyone will know my name
Not today, I have to live
Hidden deep in a human
Faster
On me
You are
My Ian

Trust me 
my friend
Iana & I

Ian & Iana

Drop by drop in a tube
I can feel a perfume

I made this one with amertume
And it spreads in the darkroom

Pictures all floating in the air
Hallucinations, o’well

Drop me in a tube
In the dark, in the gloom


Enclosing spooky doom
I ogle here quiet soon…
 
…  for, uncanny cracker glass
Looming at least for a last…

… will-o-the-wisp in the air
Rustles in the atmosphere

Drop me in a tube
In the dark, in the gloom

A Call To The End

You've asked for a day
Hum a day or two
But I prefer not to tell
What I made for you

That sounds uncanny
And surprising too
But I'll suggested not to tell you
What I made for you

Go on
Have a look 
To the fuck everywhere

This little pretty thing
You keep hiding in you
It's what give me strength
To grow inside you

Unlucky you might be
To be chosen by me
Cause I like to possess 
What's not that easy

Go on
Have a look 
To the fuck everywhere

Thee Atticus