Hmm...

Don't turn away,
i pray you've heard,
the words I've spoken,
Dare to believe,
for one last time,
and then I'll let,
the darkness cover me,
Deny everything,
Slowly walk away,
to breath again,
on my own...

Tight Rope

My words are weapons
in which I murder you with
please don't be scared
please do not turn your head
we are the future
the 21st century dyslexic
glue sniffing cybersluts
with homicidal minds and handguns
we are insane
nothing will change
we are insane
nothing will change

there is a thin line between what is
good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line but
I will feel unstable
my life is a circus
and I am tripping down the tightrope
well, there is nothing to save me now
so i will not look down
and again, and again
and again, it happens again
and again, and again

there's no beginning
there is no end
there is only change
progression backwards
is this where we are heading
take back your soul
forget your emptiness

there is a thin line between what is
good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line but
I will feel unstable
my life is a circus
and I am tripping down the tightrope
well, there is nothing to save me now
I'm falling to the ground
falling to the ground
down to the ground

i speak of madness
my heart and soul
I cry for people who aint got control
lets take our sanity
lets take compassion
and be responsible for every action
hell no
know how
the way, the way, the way, know how
the way, know how

there is a thin line between what is
good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line but
I will feel unstable
my life is a circus
and I am tripping down the tightrope
well, there is nothing to save me now
so I will not look down

there is a thin line between what is
good and what is evil and
I will tiptoe down that line but
I will feel unstable
my life is a circus
and I am tripping down the tightrope
well, there is nothing to save me now
I'm falling to the ground
down to the ground
all the way down.



*taken from the song 'Tight Rope' by Papa Roach...

Penjara

Termenung ku kesepian,
Berlinangan air mata,
Kenangan lalu mengenang kembali,
Mengenangkan aku di sini,

Termenung ku kesepian,
Berlinangan air mata,
Membasahi pipi ku hingga ku tak terdaya,
Mengenangkan aku di sini,

Mengapa aku di penjara,
Terseksa menanggung derita,
Adakah ini hukuman orang yang berdosa,
Tak sanggup lagi ku terima,
Penghinaan sedemikian rupa,
dari mereka yang amat dengki, sombong dan hina,

Mengapa aku dipenjara,
Terseksa aku menanggung derita...

Moon...

Moon, who you shine your light,
Bright, on the Paris night,
See, how a man suffers all for love,

Clear, solitary stars,
So far, when the day returns,
Please hear, up there so high the cry of the world,

Please hear the cry, of a man in pain,
For whom, all those million stars,
Don't shine, like those shining eyes,
He loves, with a mortal love,
Moon...

Moon, please don't disappear,
Before, you have time to hear,
Just hear, how cries the wounded heart,

Please hear the cry, a bleeding heart he cries,
He cries, though his heart is full,
His voice, is over mountain flies,
So high, that i know it flies to you,
Moon...

See, how a man aspires,
To join, his poor voice with angels...




*taken from the Notre-Dame De Paris soundtrack,
performed by Bruno Pelletier...