Musical Guide From Stellium
Many things tell me nothing anymore They don't touch my heart The little things that meant so much Today seen like flashes from the afternoon's T.V. movies I've been wandering around Drowned in doubts Yes, now I figured out I'm living on the
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
My music is only music nothing more I'm playing to learn, exchange ideas and grown I'd like to be a synomym for credibility I won't move ahead pissing on others like some some VIPS do I won't go to useless parties I won't play the role of a fool I won't stop creating RECYCLE YOURSELF I won't sell myself out for any false gains I won't flatter any critics I won't change money for advantages I won't be a part of a group of any age Is it worth selling your soul to be well off? Hey, what do you think about it? I won't live on dreaming Foolish games are over I just want to RECYCLE MYSELF Momentary pleasures and material laws Momentary pleasures and material laws I won't shock for the sake of shocking I'd only like to find the secrets of the universe But first of all I must find myself You know the Universe lives inside Every small little thing And that's wise of it And sure you won't be a fool to find yourself too
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Among the remains of our Daily Bread We get used to blinding our eyes Is there anything as amazing As proving our smallness to believe That living is the only real thing and forgetting our own lines While performing on the screen of life Hidden and Unexpected Young and old people shut Themselves up in the egoism Of the body's opinion Pure illusions of we who lives Each second numb The body get off the stage And returns to the essence To once more get into the game For another attempt at the 108th Hidden and Unexpected Death comes to catch us with Our virtues or badness And she's so disagreeable At dinnertime Unheard word in the throat Definitive dead
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Make use of your culture To avoid the cracks in every communication system That acid rain wastes away Along with monuments To human beings The death of each animal Facing extinction Including you, human Remain of an ancient past As for the ones who cannot cry Only heart of stone will be born Seductive ultra-violet rays penetrate the raped ozone layer These rapist chloroflucarbon gases The creation of the all-powerful man Seven subraces of the seven races That once more will rise again Standing incoherent without reacting Do you believe the opposing poles have holes? Is this reality really that far? Will it be made only by indecent hollows? You and all else will pass Because what's missing in this awful world is love Four single letters cannot be found Is any library of our world around Dear Earth, sorry to tell you But they don't love you at all They don't love you, they don't love you at all Don't they love you? they don't love you at all
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Rock is dead along with the attitudes Artists who have only been troubled with themselves And never with their fellow men They have been concerned about flauting Their jewelry and dimes and their planned transgression Their rebel behavior in records' covers The faith of removing mountains succumbs Crumpled up by the tentacles of materialism Consumism and merchandise Marketing loses it's prior function And serves only for profits Shall Rock only be when the reason of the heart still exists While blood circulates through the veins While music is still able to impel you To thought being off is not being the ordinary It's being coherent It's to live and let live How can Rock breathe if it has been suffocated Inside detergent flasks? ROCK IS DEAD!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
The Real Warrior never brings the hammer down It's heart against heart, brains against sex Those are the labyrinths on the path Don't look back and turn yourself Into the same old child that you were born Restore your innocence and strength Fighting has given life to you All you've got is to believe Let your heart guide your way Come it up today
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Youth is the shortest and most fleeting chapter of our existence "I hope I die before I get old" That shit has been told so many time I've been thinking about it for 20 over 2.000 years We turn the page and so we happen to be serfs After believing We've been kings I wish I had more time to guess my role Let poet rhyme with little sister insistence Through the unknown Idealism takes it's price This isn't only my generation It's not mine! I don't want to be part of it I don't want to be I'm not a lamb stuck to the dogma of the unique generation I just want to live far from drugs and hatred Violence toward everything Call me as you want, reactionary, a terrible kid Give me a rope for my throat As I can't avoid having it around my neck Le me solve this riddle How to externalize the meaningless? Should we all know it? Would we be able to comprehend it? How can I write about the indescribable? What would we do? Why should we try? This isn't only my generation It's not mine! I don't want to be part of it How shall I understand the soul? This isn't only my generation It's not mine! I don't want to be part of any Eternal generations
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026