Letters From the Empty Towns

Smoke overdosed almost the birth; citizens goes, Citizens crams rushing into street traffic jams, Fighting the foes all his life long, getting the wounds Whether he drives or he chooses the underground. Breathe in the air that we have breathed too many times. Elbow your way through the crowd, mean and sublime, Let me get to know you outright scorn. Follow the city heartbeat just keep digging, rabbit. Keep on thinking, it's what you really need. Keep tight hold on your gadget - the major part of your head. Do you really exist beyond I-net? You're used to crimes. You don't care whose blood is pouring the stair. To catch the train you've to tear out the throat. Stop shouting in my ear!Hey blockheads, do you all hear Ever shut up? I'd like to hear my thoughts. Rage overdosing. Outside limit? Not even close. Boiling glop flows overflowing. Rage on the rise Fogging the eyes. Could it ever be otherwise? Living in hell, we've to pay not too high a price. Dreaming of days not unworried, quite stuffed with cash, Day after day going crazy, crumbling to ash. So what, I am just one, one of them. Follow the city heartbeat just keep digging, rabbit. Keep on thinking, it's what you really need. Keep tight hold on your mobile - the major part of your style. Do you really exist beyond profile? You're used to crimes. You don't care whose blood is pouring the stair. To catch the train you've to tear out the throat. Stop shouting in my ear!Hey blockheads, do you all hear Ever shut up? I'd like to hear my thoughts.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Eight, nine... Lift me away from this trap. Don't stop. Any road leads me To the boundless sky, out of sight of God. Don't accuse me, did we Have the only one chance to treat my heart? Breaking me in shivers, Carry me away drifting with the stream Where the tranquil rivers Bear the light boats full of childhood' dreams. Just one level till endless' disproof- The roof. Any road leads me To the boundless sky, out of sight of God. Don't accuse me, did we Have the only chance not to grow apart? Take me crushed in shivers, Carry me away drifting with the stream, Where the shining rivers Bear the light boats of my childhood' dreams.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Speed up and drive. Keep on driving, driving insane. The object's shapes are distorted by the night rain. The numbness of day passes by. All that I know, all that I feel - Nothing is real. Night's sweeping past. Well, the windscreen, show me a film Free from a boring white lie. Up the river of lights; the windscreen is bleeding red. I take another burst to nowhere. My thoughts are quite a mess. My only wish is to be walking and soaking wet, But the approaching headlights make me step on the gas. Winding along miles of highway. Not to get home. A desperate attempt just to stop this crashing brainstorm. I peer into the dark Counting my doubts and my losses, my thoughtless hopes. Watching my life going to ruin. Close to the top I've not lived up to the mark. Up the river of lights; the windscreen is bleeding real. I take another burst to nowhere. unable to get out of the car. My only wish is to blow my mind on the wheel. When I go through the stop sign, meet me on your roaming star.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I was shuffling the street down the churchyard With intent to beg some money for booze. So there was the last day for the rest of my life. I'm trying to drunk dial to my wise God Just to keep me in the game, but I lose. He is so kind just to cut the line with his knife. While the sun is splashing spitting golden sparks, Shades of early autumn slink with noiseless tread Whispering to aged men strolling in the park. What a perfect day to kick the bucket! Wind blows Through the holes in my pockets that mean nothing has changed. Dolce vita and me - we were always estranged. Then the priest yells, his voice rings as a bell, His soft blue eyes are sticky with the money, as well, He invites us to buy the merchandise o with Holy Church trademark or to burn in hell. Let's shuffle, Dear loafers. Beware of how you dance on this path, Though blue bus will have to pick up each of us. Thanks a lot for all the things that must pas. Let us shuffle as long as I'm right here with you. One day later the Lord will behold me with the holed pockets full of the morning dew.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I'm sitting here numbly listening to low Sounds of water on the quayside. Stray cat beside me; cats only know How I'd like to get to a place I can hide. Haunted by broken sleep Try to recover your vital forces For the day, one of all same days. In which you've got to drown. Wake up, blissful townsfolk! You have to make haste, run like race-horses Till the town lets you die running, 'cause you don't have a chance to slow down. Town is pretending to fall asleep. By the dawn comes I'll be long gone. But when I get to the place on the trip That I dreamed of would I be left there alone? You have nothing at all. Any your dealings could not be worthwhile. Off the map and your roadways I will get on the lane. Good night, blissful townsfolk! You have to sleep tight, dreamless and deep, while Dirty rain washes up the sidewalks Tearing the varicose veins of the drain.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

My hands are dressed in the jammed sleeves of these dirty streets. Keep an eye on the light, lucky blind men, crazy kids. You're absurd in saying it's a place that you can like. Don't you trust my fake smile, it means 'Would you take a hike?" It's not me who directs you. Is not it you who's pulling strings? With these different points of view It doesn't change the wretched state of things. Honking at the crowd, getting out of market square, Don't you hurry, stupid, your roads don't lead anywhere. Reflex search for refuge where in fact it can't be found. Waste men keep on streaming like waste water underground. Actually I'm fed up with it. I wash my hands; then I just have To get rid of all this shit. You can keep my straitjacket for yourself.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Outside the city The sunset died away. Mist is rising dripping out on my gown. Across the flatlands Where swamps absorbed the day Ghostly lights through the night lead me down The woods a little way. Turn the pages of the foliage and admire The book of misty night. In the deep woods witches dance beside the fire. I follow distant light. Before I've walked on I drop my pack and froze At the edge of the depths luring me in. Hidden by the starlight Not far or not too close, The old man who I will never be Mourns for the boy I was. Turn the pages of the foliage and admire The book of misty night. In the deep woods witches dance around the fire. I follow distant light.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The morning where you went My letter should be sent With words you'll hear Through the abyss The day passed, no one came This day remains the same Another year, Too many years Appear, speak to me, Send me now some kind of sign. Wherever you may be Drop a line for me. Don't fade for evermore Smile as you did before. Slyly as fox. Let's have a talk. So another but the wind The postman could drop in My letterbox Without a lock. Appear, speak to me, Send me now some kind of sign. Wherever you may be Drop a line for me.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025