Epiphany

Act 1 - Red, the old man.

When the streets turn white, you can hear bells.

Children are happy, children are sad; Nicholas is back, loaded of happiness, empty for someone's.

It’s time to spend money, the reason, don't know.

Families meet again, what a wonder, what a cliché.

People celebrate the birth of a kid, a kid of more than 2000 years.

People celebrate a “Christian act” once in a year, behold the commitment.

Act 2 - Mother earth.

Our common home has given a full turn; a beautiful moment, time is running out.

Take the grapes, drink the cider, dance all night and expect the best. 
Because tomorrow, the life will be the same.

Act 3 - Gold, incense and myrrh.

Again, the three kings are coming, with presents for the good ones and coal for the baddest.

Sadly, they won't work for free so it’s time to lose money, no matter how much, we need to be the best, we´ll have time to lament.

Some people can't sleep, the best moment is near to come, and others only wait to live one more day.

A fortunate boy got a bicycle under his tree; a poor kid received the rain while he was sleeping under the sky.

Happy epiphany dear friends.

The Hedonist

A fun slave, who forgot his name.

There's no time to lose, brain is waiting for disappear.

Alcohol in veins, drugs is what he breathes.

There's in no time to be ashamed, destruction is waiting for more party.

He was built to fall; the coma is a question of time.

Family doesn’t exist, they are futile concerns.

The Mirror shows the vacuum, the devil that spread his wings.

There is no time for sleep; the last round waits for him.

Walking along the street, the end comes to him.

The car was out of control, what a misfortune.

Goodbye friend, it’s time to rest.

Only God

We are involved in a cloak of religions; cults who mean everything for some people, the only reason for live and die.

But where these cults are based, can they prove the existence of a god who shows how to get redemption or kill in his name? I don’t think so.

I'm agnostic, i respect all the cults of the world but i can’t say that god exist, also i can’t deny this.

For any reason, i believe in the existence of a force, an energy that created everything and is waiting for us after the dead.

I can’t give this a name, but for earn the ethereal, i consider that we need to be positive, be full of emotions and good feelings till our death; we are only containers of bones and flesh, containers of souls.

We don't need go to the church or pray every night, we only need to be as good as possible and love everything what we have now, this is the way for earn the peace and meet again with our fallen.

There is only one God for everyone; our energy is a part of him and him is a part of us.

Divide & Conquer

The world is a plague of human beings with different ideologies, thinking who force people to stay away from their primitive side, the natural path.

That’s why we got a system, a system who gives us rules and laws, but it’s necessary have a lot of political parties?

We have differences, but all we want is the same, our freedom and rights. 

Unfortunately, we are governed by liars, the ones who scream to us what we want to hear, but the truth is that they have nothing to give.

Fake promises are what we taste, by both sides of the coin.

They forgot that they were civilians who wanted the same as us, but the power corrupted their souls. Politicians only want to be as rich and powerful as possible, fighting against others for conquer our reign, our lives.

We are divided by no reason, we are conquered by vultures.

Love Lost

This is a history of a clot of tragedy, a tide of dedication.

My name was passion, her was apathy.
Both were born covered in blood, sons of true love.
My dreams were awakened by a false hope, a hope that i haven´t lost.
I spill my tears for an uncertain moment.
All her lies were my scars, now i'm sheltered of pain.
I waited for a reply, a reply that never came.
My common sense was the witness of all she was doing to me.
She deserve nothing, she will have less.
I went to hell, now im back.
I'm not dead yet, you're a love lost.

Mr. Vanity

Vanity is a shame, the best in town.
His words are garbage, he think he´s blessed.
He is sick, he only loves himself.
His life is misery, but he know it´s gold.
His friends are vultures, he call them loyals.
He made disasters, he called it success.
His mind is empty, his ego is full of ideas.
He think that humility is for losers, his heart it's frozen.
His death is coming, but his mark is immortal.
People look him like a monster, but he´s a god.
He´s fame over demise, he´s filth.