Murus Dacicus

Deep inside the deepest pocket of an old clown outfit lays the bottom of an ocean deep, so deep as infinite.

At the bottom of this ocean lays a city made of gold hidden by the cloudy waters and protected by the cold.

Deep inside this sleepy city there's a box that hold the truth about love about forgiveness about never ending youth.

Deep inside of all these secrets there's a beating of a heart and it's rhythm is connecting all the future with the past

You were once happy

Remember to laugh

Pockets can't hold tears

Hands can discover gold

Cities can be hidden

No box can hold secrets

Love can't be explained

Forgiveness can be learned

Youth it's a state of mind

Heart is the will to go forward

Forward becomes backwards

But somewhere in the middle

There's now.

I'm an artist in need of a dose of insanity,

I don't like the norm, I believe in form and I still like fucked up porn,

I need instability, I embrace infinity and I walk tall with dignity.

Usually I'm a mess, sometimes more some times less and the way I progress is reflected in the way I dress.

I try to suppress subliminal messages hidden in the press, I don't try to impress with anything that I possess never the less.

I like natural but I also do chemical, it makes me feel more lyrical.

The best high is when I'm low, when breaking bad is all I know, when I cant come and I can't go and my girl keeps saying no.

She's my only stress going back to words ending in s.

I like to thank my dealer for saying yes for getting me high and helping me cry.

Why do you cry? He asks why? "Cos I don't wanna die" I reply.

Don't worry neither do I.

Come one, take this, try.

Fuck censorship while I'm rolling in the deep like Adele when she's having a pj tip you fucking creep.

I don't have any intention to apply for pension and I don't need a family intervention cos I've broke my suspension!!!

No, it's not all for attention!!!

So another thing i know i can't sing so i spit words hot like a chicken wing.

When you think I've got nothing else to say or sing,

I like to swing.

Listen, I don't like scary movies therefore I don't like the ring.

I don't like pretenders and I dont like bling.

Is this what we want? Is this what we need?

What is this that we feel? Is this fake?

Is this real? Is this how we learn?

Is this how we teach? Is this how we grow?

Is this how we reach? Is this how we laugh?

Is this how we cry? Is this how we live?

Is this how we die? Is this how we love?

Is this how we hate? Is this only luck?

Is this only fate? Is this how we see?

Is this how we hear? Is this how we fight?

Is this courage or fear? Are these questions an answer?

Are these answers a question? Is this only normal?

Is this an obsession? Is this what we call soul?

Is this why we feel cold? Is this because we thought we can't be bought can't be sold?

Is this what we are? Just some common sinners?

Always the losers? Never the winners?

Is the heart that we lost? In this fire within.

Always seeing the end we forgot to begin. Is this what we dreamed off? A reality that's unreal? Would be these screaming wounds ever able to heal?

Is this how we spoke? Only through closed eyes?

Cos lips were always smiling the truth they tried to hide .

Why did we hide the moon behind another sun? So we can't see the night in which we used to run?

Is this why we hide ourselves from ourselves? Is this why we pretend that nothing makes sense?

Is this what we are? Flying visions through sand? Water and fire in a faraway land?

Is this everything? No it’s nothing at all The show is just starting Let me find you a role

You look like you never done this before!!!

Just be yourselves, nothing less nothing more.

Again? the same stage? We don’t need to act!!!

We've always been here but we never care to react

We don’t need your roles or the same sad old part

A venit tiptil iar vara, pe-nserat in casa mea

Si c-un zâmbet mare, roșu, fără voce m-a-ntrebat

Cine sunt eu pentru tine? Cine ești tu fără ea?

Si-am răspuns ca tu ești gustul viselor pe inserat.

Doar atât? Doar gust de noapte? Doar iluzie si praf?

Doar senzatii fără nume, fără un comun real?

Nu ești ‘’doar’’, ești dor de viața

Ești umor in epitaf

I-am răspuns tu ești copil ești si mama si femeie

Si ca totul ne uneste prin frumosul ideal.

Doar atât? doar vorbe, roua? Doar galben in spic de grâu?

Doar iluzia căldurii proiectata-n voi de soare?

Definesc viața prin tine gust aroma si culoare printre pietrele de rău.

I-am răspuns cu voce tare! Când te am nimic nu doare!!!

Fără tine timpul trece si cu el trecem si noi.

Parca atunci când pleci dispare cerul si ramân doar nori

Toamna-i rece si bizara si e plină de noroi

Parca știe ca îndruma zborul tristilor cocori.

Tu n-ai inteles nimic mi-a zis vara suparata

Eu sunt toamna care vine, timpul care nu asteapta

An de an ti-am spus povestea dar dormind tu n-ai stiut