Muros E Grades

Muros e Grades. (Humberto Gessinge/Augusto Licks). nas grandes cidades. no pequeno dia-a-dia. o medo nos leva tudo, sobretudo a fantasia. ento erguemos muros que nos do a garantia.

Moral Absolutes

Myra

deep black clouds disappear into the void. so dark my soul will be you always shine so bright.

My Way

In my vains and in my face i want to leave but i cant.... I put my fears behind again...I hate myself and i cant hear you scream this. is my way.....cant hear you pray.....

My Friend

You have to be on your last day.... You never know what you have done to me.... But every night....lights go out and you feel alright.... You take what you will taken...you do what you will do....

Motor

Theese days are new keep on crawling till the night awakes and no one. understands. Come with me sweet enemy we are on the way and all the day. this life ends sick let's go insane....

Mirror

my obsession for a resurrection has opened my sorrowfilled heart. but my solution let me crawl deeper and i'll be walking alone in the dark. i'ts not an ordinary salvation i rejoice my life in the dark.

Melanchoholic

Can you hear me cry, my disease, there is so much more. that I should give. In the end, nothing more, it's the end,. but there's so much more that i should give..

Mindset

Malice

Madness. Madness. What if it's genius. Genius. But the people that are mad aren't structured to know. Meaning humans. Humans. . Show me a place to another world.

Madness

Madness. Madness. What if it's genius. Genius. But the people that are mad aren't structured to know. Meaning humans. Humans. . Show me a place to another world.

My Little World

one touch was enough to join our worlds. every movement of yours is for me a miracle. even though we have never met to join our worlds. . I observe your struggle for life with desire to protect you.

Miracle

The silence..the silence and the dark. neverending tunnel in empty space. the movement... the only movement and the whole empire. of silence is forever lost.

...memories

My Gavel Hand

Running blind and out of breath. But in the wrong direction. I don't recall or recognize. My own reflection. . Locked myself in a cell I can't breach.

My Everafter

Running out of time. But I still don't try. I can hardly breathe. When you don't come around. . Thought I'd write it down. Did then threw it out. Reality is the pill.

My Enemy

[Music - M. Geimer / Lyrics - T. Leonard]. . So safe within this cozy little cell. No risk at all throwing coins into a well. I lust for gold, but shutter at the price.

Monday

I'm not alone. There are millions who are just like me. Is our life our own?. Are we breed to think everything's fine?. Just another ant in the line. .

Missing

One who's scorched by the fire,I stand alone brazen-faced. Love's become an open fumace,my follies stoked the fireplace. Blind to the peril around me,my resistance wearing thin.

Mettle Man

Save us from ourselves. Our creations march against us. Overwhelm us. As the men of metal lead us to our final hour.