My Hide & Seek

Better

Better (Acoustic Version)

The Butterfly House

Lyrics by: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

It's happening tonight
I have no control
The fight for my soul
Is raging inside me

I know I am a good man
I've done nothing wrong
But devil needs my soul
To complete his evil plan

I need you back to guide me
I know you can save me girl
Show me the path to light
Take me out of this fight

The devil is coming here
No way to stop it now
He wants his pound of flesh
And won't leave until he's done

I need you back to guide me
I know you can save me girl
Show me the path to light
Take me out of this fight

The devil is coming here
No way to stop it now
He wants his pound of flesh
And won't leave until he's done

I need you back to guide me
I know you can save me girl
Show me the path to light
Take me out of this fight

I'm searching for your hand
In this endless night
Only you can save me
Take me to the light

I need you back to guide me
I know you can save me girl
Show me the path to light
Take me out of this fight
Take me out of this fight
Take me out of this fight

I need you back to guide me
I know you can save me girl
Show me the path to light
Take me out of this fight

The devil is coming here
No way to stop it now
He wants his pound of flesh
And won't leave until he's done

I'm searching for your hand
In this endless night
Only you can save me
Take me to the light

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Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

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Sorry Mama

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Cit Aikya 
Becomes 
My sight 
The willingness 
To move  
From my fright. 
Don’t perceive 
The attack 
It will put you 
In a state  
of lack 
It’s time  
To go back 
To a place  
That doesn’t  
keep track. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Original sin 
The crucifixion 
Where my mind 
Has been 
The lifting of 
The veil 
The understanding 
That all is not 
Necessarily real. 
Is it you 
That you feel 
Oneness 
And awareness 
The granting of 
The universal 
Harmonizing seal. 
Limitless and free 
Power and strength 
Abide in me. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Let go 
As my root 
Extends deep 
And my mind 
opens 
As my heart 
Embraces 
The awareness 
The presence 
Of a soul’s purpose 
And nature 
To love and serve

My True Nature

I write songs that say you matter in a world that says you don't. Follow me for monthly songs.

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Vian Izak

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