Uploaded 4 lyrics tonight, 3 old ones, and a relatively new one that dates around 2005 late summer.
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WryDescent from high clouds - held by angels, But time had cankered - time had magled. Hit the ground with unceasing energy - Found the monuments dead and impassive.Wry
Cold-blooded shelter burns your skin, Cracking your heart it forces to sin, As you're waving stolidly goodbye, memories.
A last look I've stolen from your eyes, Just kept changing and became paralysed, Sadly, discursively, you're wry, awry.
The machine's went down like light ninepins. And the end of this microcosm will begin, When the dominoes will start falling over, and over again. &


Psyche-DeconstructionismLet the hiatus speak - Read between the blank fields. Thin-skinned, over-sensitive. Void.Psyche-Deconstructionism
Worship a self-constructed ideal Only sporting your weak beliefs, Your true borderline neurosis. Void.
Pretentiously trust pessimism, While calling for love and saving. But in the inside you're only Void.
Subconscious desire of being wasted, Your mind only deserves to be commiserated, While you hide behind the mask of innocence. Swerve.
You'll never have - those worthless, Superficial dreams - ever complete. Reveal your


Neurosexual DeformationFrustrated... In a hollow voice... Innate pretension blocked and trapped... Spiritually... Humiliated... Bereft of the clear and sober minds... Self-wrecked... Paralysed... Naked and feeling like extirpated...Neurosexual Deformation
But the subconscious do find wickets to shallow complacence Emasculatedly surrender from facing the facts of reality
Erotic fetishism Exhibitionism Bisexuality Homosexuality Voyeurism Scatism Zoosexuality Asexuality
How far can you go, digging the wrong way to reach outside? How deep you can dip in your pool of ment
Beugrottam Bolgod Névnapot kívánni! (:
Telefonálni sajnos mostanában nemnagyon tudok mert nincs és nem is lesz egy darabig egy fillér se a kártyámon...:/
Msnenről meg úgy elteccet tűnni, hogy ihaj. Meg csuhaj is. Oo
Nagy kár... ):
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I just love his works, and his ideas about the "guiltless sin".
But it's a shame that lots of his works was translated to hungarian only by Szabó Ede. He did a horrible work, and made some of Kafka's novels shallow and unpalatable. I think he misunderstood his art.
Anyway the work that i love the most is "the castle", even if "the process" is great too.
In these 2 works i think that he reached to wrote bout the inexplicable in different ways.
He's really mysterious, and dark....really dark!
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Letter to the father? I don't know that one. Hmm... Must be something really scary and gloomy stuff, referring to his actual relationship to his father.
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Art is useless, fuck the seasons. [link]
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Nahát!
Jónapot itt a Devinatarton! Milyen deviánsnak lenni? Én nagyon szeretem
Jó sok pegaview-t kívánok, az elkövetkezendő soksok deviáns dalszövegre is!
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Reality is for people who cannot cope with science fiction...
Egyébként most hirtelenjében lett ötletem egy másik spektrogram képre is, majd ha lesz időm rá kivitelezem.
Spektogram kép?
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Reality is for people who cannot cope with science fiction...
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