Vultures meet the jackals

- Vultures meet the jackals -
Nobody any more is saying prayers
Above the carcass of an unlikely sheep
Again the vultures meet the jackals
Grimaces and smiles are so cheep
To help relieve the guests unease
The foxes treat with rotten cheese
A bear presides the phony courtroom
Some terms in haste are being renamed
The spare goat is now ready to be blamed
False witnesses spirit is now weak
They quickly turn the other cheek
A change in conversation topic
Until the oil feeds the wick
Without any sense of shame
Convinient for coward doves
Loosing yet again in a populist
And bloody poker game

Card game

- Card game -
This game is coming to an end
An arrogance is giving room for dread
The cards were marked long time ahead
Death put on red, life put on black and lost
Once steady hand released the half full glass
A heavy smog filled the room with poisonous gas
Reflection of a candlestick fades in the melting ice
The theater curtains are torn to shreds
A former lion is trapped inside a self made cage
An empty stage smells of lies and fears mixed with rage

Melted down town

- Melted down town -
Melted down town
Everything is gray
Nothing is compelling
On this summer day
Trees without crowns
Kings of a rainy days
Radiating pebbles
Catch the sun rays
Suffocating air
Cling to lungs like clay
This is what it feels like
On this summer day
One thing is crystal clear
Even on this day
That most of those
Still above the pebbles
Will bid it all
To feel another second
Of this marvelous day

No remorse tonight

- No remorse tonight -
No remorse tonight
The end to an enslavement.
Can still hear the footsteps run
Down the stairs on marvel paivment.
Once in a while the loaner thinks
That he is entiteled for repayment.
Last gaze at stained glass,
The fading smell of roses,
He is going back to field of rage
Where cannons are still roaring.
The morning comes,
In empty master bedroom
The dirty cotton shades
Fail to hide the glowing sun.
One ray attempted to escape
Through barrel of a gun
But blocked by cold lead.
Down in the basement
The plotters are surrounded
But guards cant no longer hear
His footsteps silenced by soft grass.
The deed is done,
The day is young
And he is on the run.

Are you drunk enough tonight

- Are you drunk enough tonight -
Are you drunk enough tonight
Can you block the fear
Or you simply want to disappear
Do you feel prepared to fight
And to hold in sweaty hands
Everything you hold so dear
Or you just want to be near
And at first signs of the dawn
Will you simply disappear
Leaving things you seemed to hold dear
And the things you might have feared
Taking only the hope
That when dusk reclaims the realm
From the light you used to fear
You will simply reappear

Go forward

- Go forward -
Go forward
Now try back
You can not force the luck
Head is exploding
Eyes are sore
Losing the moment
Cannot remember the track
Feeling obnoxious
Hiding from shadows
Wearing black
But nothing is going back
No happy endings
Just understanding
Everything else lack
Water is flowing
Pipes are exploding
Like a crack in a time zone
Life is not going back
Going forward
Needs motivation
Or fear from going back

He is leaving town

- He is  leaving town -
He feels a little down
So he is leaving town today
Something to say
Shout or pray
Anything goes
White black or gray
At sudden sense of dismay
Tormented soul is under X ray
So he is leaving town today
He did not mean to tell a lie
The stakes were high
The night was young
The house was on fire
Among the midst of smoke
The brain has lost to heart desire
But if he cannot make it up today
It does not mean
That the sun is not rising
And if he could not sleep tonight
It does not mean that
That the world is still agonizing
The day is in prime
The sun is high
The brain and heart have a tie
The world forget about the lies
The gowns are off
The shades are down
A train with empty seat
Is leaving town

Words he once said

- Words he once said-
Words, words, words he once said
Now it does not matter whether
He is breathing with us or long dead
Laughter through tears,
Wars, love and regret
Old time quarrels fire like lead
Forgetting that by now
White linens cover all the beds
And nothing really matters
But the words once said