titluri de posturi care au ramas goale in draft, si acum au fost sterse:
"god is real, unless declared integer"
"usoara moarte a viselor"
in rest, am reinviat niste drafturi care ramasesera drafturi de foarte foarte mult timp
munca deosebit de grea o sa fie cu faptul ca nu am o idee exacta asupra imaginilor din baza de imagini, care sunt folosite si care nu.
asta o sa fie un big shit to discover
vai ce bine ca nu sunt in egipt.
(1,2)
Luck runs out
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still-life incarnation
Still-life infamy
Hallucination, heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's to be?
Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down All Nightmare Long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
(1,2)
Luck runs out
The light that is not light is here
To crush you out with your own fear
You hide, you hide, but will be found
Release your grip without a sound
Still-life immolation
Still-life infamy
Hallucination, heresy
Still you run
What's to come?
What's to be?
Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down All Nightmare Long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
Ooh
(1,2,3,4)
Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down, All Nightmare Long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
CAUSE LUCK RUNS OUT!
fiecare era cea mai buna si frumoasa
fiecare era indispensabila si nu doar atat
mama ce norocos sunt
si pana la urma ... nici nu am avut numai 10 la scoala.
TAZMANIA, pasind in aceasta lume am uitat putzin de ce am ajuns aici, probabil doza de lichid verde nu a fost proportionata cum trebuie.
azi mi-am readus aminte, si dupa o perioada de acomodare am inceput sa imbratzisez strans statul meu aici
mi-am reamintit ca este nu in ultimul rand dorinta mea sa fiu aici si ca la un moment dat eram chiar mandru si fericit cu aceasta dorinta
ce s-a intamplat de nu mi-a fost acest lucru clar tot timpul, de acceptarea a venit mai greu ?
greaua senzatie de singuratate care m-a coplesit de atatea ori in viatza,
probabil socul noului, incertitudinea, exact lucrurile cu care vroiam sa lucrez, faptul ca: chiar sunt pe acest fagas.