Hanged Man

Hey! This is a hanged man! This is me!

Because maybe that what you want to see,

Maybe that's what you want me to be.

Hey! I am a hanged man. I'm hanging on a tree.

I'm used to be alone. I rather be alone that be in the group of three.

Hey! This is my tree now! I finally have found it.

The tree was waiting for many years, but now we're finally bounded.

Hey! Don't bother coming here. Don't even try to think.

Now it's too late to realize. Now it's to late to act.

My tree is now my only friend. People let me down.

Just want you to know that I'll be here and that I don't want you around.

#1 song for Hate album

You live in illusion.
hopes full of delusion
In your mind there's confussion
you're zombie with a filthy soul.

You start a disaster
ending other lives faster
There will be a peace
if it wasn't for you.

You're disgrace to our species
you're a virus in a perfect plan
you're fanatic witout a purpose
like Stanley from "Stan".

You kill for no reason
sevens sins are your goals.
Your master is lust
your soul is made from shadows and dust.

You have a great talent for acting
reat collection of makeup
a room full of masks
one for every of your tasks.

And your poisones and perfumes
seductive tools for silent murder
are ment for those who know your secrets
that they can't stop you no further.

You invented the lying,
you designed schizophrenia
You are shizo on the loose
seatvhing for a chance of abuse.

But I know your secrets
I know your true goal.
I know your real face
I know for whom the bells toll.

But you can't stop me
I'm resisting your control
I will destroy you in the end
You will be killed by your best friend.

So now you better run
Run away from the truth
Run away from the fact
That I won't react.

And don't you ever come back
The world is much better without you
And together we will stand
With or without you!

FUCK YOU!


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This is my new song, written for upcoming "Hate album". I will write more about this new album in the future. I still need to write some lyrics and music but a lot of it is already written. I hope I'll release this album by the end of this summer. I hope. This song is without a title for now, but I'll find it soon :)

Please leave your feedback in the comment below. Thanks.

Posesions and Great illusions

Posesions and great illusions
Grand chambers, full of gold.
These thombs that enslave us.

Puppets and zombies are walking around
searching for the master, master of this play.
The director is lost, the screenplay is forgotten.
Nobody knows the lyrics anymore.

The prophets have lost their faith
These churches are just imagination.
Forgotten reality of pain and madness,
Broken statues of our greed and lust.

Don't hurt the child

This is my new poem.


DON'T HURT THE CHILD

You can kill me gently, you can kill me rough.
You can torture me with machines, I wont say "Enough!"
You can beat me up, painfully and wild,
But please, don't hurt the child!

You can starve me till I'm death
If you want I'll be your little pet.
If you want I'll be mild,
But please, don't hurt the child!

I'm almost at the end,
I've seen the world.
So if you wanjt somebody, take ME you thief!
But don't hurt the child, let him live!

If you want to trade go to the mall,
If you want to rape, buy a doll.
If you want to dig gold and if you want to rule,
Don't hurt the child, he's not your tool!

If you want to drop bombs, drop them on me,
if you want to take a life, take mine for free.
If you want to be a master, I'll be your slave,
Just don't hurt the child, please keep him save!

If you want to have war, I'll play with you,
If you want to rule the world, I'll follow you!
If you want to be a violent father, I'll be your son,
Just don't hurt the child, let him dream on!

The poem

This is my new song. The text is quite finished and I'm working on a music at the moment.

If you want, you can comment here and leave me some feedback.


The life I live is finally ending
I'll soon will rest in a harmless peace
Only dirt and dust, so dark and cold
I'm young, but I feel really old.

Where is the joy that they are promising?
Where is the happiness that I've heard about?
When will be time for my salvation?
The sun's obscured by a rainy cloud.

They took away the hope,
They took away my freedom
There is no path for me to take,
It seems that all my life is a mistake.

REF:

Is the life living or dying?
Am I weak when I am crying?
And when I'm gone and I'll be released
Will I be forgotten or will I be missed?

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The truth I used to believe in is now rotten,
The little boy in mirror is now forgotten
The story of my father still not revealed,
The deepest wounds still not healed.

The migrens are killing my inspiration,
My pockets are always full of holes,
My family and friends think I'm a loser,
But I'm still wondering for Whom the bell tools.

Please give me a hammer to tear down my wall
And I'll be laughing when all the bricks will fall
And I'll finally see the other side
And the night will finally turn into the light.

REF

New song

Well, this is my new song. I'm still thinking about the title and I'm recording it right now. The song talks about corrupted system of this society and hope about tomorrow. Share your feelings and opinion about this song please. Comment and post your feedback.


The times of greed are still not ending,
But people, they are still pretending
And only the richest can be free
And the imprisoned are you and me.

And the Earth, the Earth is dying,
With rain and floods she is crying
And green is slowly turning into the black
And we don't see there will be no turning back.

And there are people living wealthy
And there are people with control
But in the darkest part of the city
People eat what they have stole.

REF:

Why oh why we're praying to the sky
When there is no one there who listens
And it is on us to survive.
And when we come to the end.
We finally face out doubts and fears
There wont be no one beside our bed
To wipe off our tears


Misleading by the truths and believes
Blinded by the laws and religion
But the truth lies deep inside forgotten
Our mind and souls are rotten

The prophet stood upon the herd
And told the sheep what they needed to heard
The secrets of the resurrection
The secret path to the perfection.

And they all stand up and shout
They hope there is no doubt
They finally broke the chains
To feel the blood that runs through their veins.

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I hope the future will be the shelter
To hide from reality that frightens me
All the memories that are forgotten
I'm blinded by the lies and I just can't see

S I tell you now my dear friend
I hope I'll meet you at the end
We'll live and dance, forgetting yesterday
And ignoring all the games they play.

I live all my life try not to obey
And not to be a pawn in this game they play
Tray to be the wolf instead of sheep
But it always hurts when I feel the strike of their whip.

REF.

Hey hey, My my

This is my version of Neil Young's song called Hey hey, My my. Please comment :)

Hey hey, My my
We are all just born to die
And we spend all of our live, wondering why,
Hey hey, my my

We live our lives, searching for gold,
because we must be rich, so we are told
And we're searching for the fortune till we are old,
And then the life is the only thing that we have sold.

The prophet is gone, but he made people think,
this is the story of Martin Luther King
And they shot him down because he didn't lie,
Hey hey, my my

And leaders speak about free nation,
but there is still sign of a segregation
And people are still colorblind,
because all they can see is just black&white.

And I hope someday they will look to the sky
and they'll find the truth and they'll open their eyes
But this will happens when pigs will fly,
Hey hey, my my


Written by Tilen Hrovatic (a.k.a. Syd Fletcher)