یعنی…!

جناب سرج، هر موقع این رو می‌بینم مو بر تنم سیخ می‌شه…

واق واق سگ

پيام‌آوران صحرا!
من آن سگم که بی‌صاحبم.
چراگاهم حیاطی خشک،
بو می‌کشم دزد را و عشق را و مرگ را.

نه دزدی بگیرم
نه مرگی که بمیرم

دِزِرْوینْگ؟

I don’t deserve you. Why can’t you see?

The King

The king is dead and now
We’re dancing in the streets
As the waters rise
We’re merely covering our feet

لیاقتت ندارم.

So what have I done
to be
worthy?

I felt, I feel

I felt so alone
Till you came into my life and stopped the pain.

I felt, so alone,
Then you came into my life and poured the rain.

I feel, so alone,
Dressed in the dark silk clothing of your own disdain.

[Disowned Inc.]

Songs of darkness, words of light

Calm is the air. Still is the sea.
The valley of death keeps calling me…

.Disowned Inc

You survived in pain…

سی و چهار

سی و چهار «Bed Peace, Hair Peace» …

Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspaper said, «Say what you doing in bed?»
I said, «We’re only trying to get us some peace».

Christ you know it ain’t easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
They’re gonna crucify me.

سی و سه.

[عکس ندارد]

Was she told when she was young that pain
Would lead to pleasure?