The untold chapter

And I want to cry these fucking tears
Like I never met my fears
Please tell me dear
When will this ever end?
It’s just not fair
This is not my guilt
This is not to the tragedy
I used to build
Differences are made to make
So don’t see this as my mistake
Impotence cries out my voice
I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice
But to except the temptation
Of my new generation.

You speak louder
I speak faster
So this fairy tale
Became the disaster
Of a silent affection.

Everytime I get smaller
I wish I could get closer to you
I’d grab your hands of faith
But it’s already too late
The changes are seen
And the chances have never been
Told inside this book.

Again it’s going to be a chaos
It’s going to be hell
But have you ever noticed
That it treats me well?
It suits me, not you
So please don’t tell me, what to do

It’s just over.
It’s done.

Stilte in de storm

In de vergeten glorie
Van mijn eigen dromen
Wetend naast de mensen
En onschatbare wensen
Die niet waar gemaakt
zullen worden.
Nooit zal ik mezelf
Verstoren, als ik de geluiden
kan horen
Die leiden naar de perfecte wereld
Die nooit heeft bestaan.
Stille kreten, nog altijd bezeten
van jouw stem
Terwijl ik je niet ken,
Nooit heb gekend.
En als een boek die niet open kan
Of een hel die niet wilt sluiten
Blijk ik niet te vechten
Niet eens een weg naar buiten
Dankzij de stilte in de storm.

Bleeding through hidden doors

I’ve never been tortured
By a presence of you
And I thought I once knew
The look in my eyes
But it was no surprise
When the mirror lied, again.

It depends on the days
And the days are dead.
But things have to go wrong
Like you once said
I’ve never been tortured
By a presence of you
But now I just don’t
Know what to do.

Days are empty
Like the bottles in this place
And I want to go to sleep
In many different ways.
I only know
How to put a show,
And I lie, so I’ll die
If I break hearts
And I don’t want you
To pick up those parts.

I’ve never been tortured
When you thought you gave hell
But the torture itself
Already knows me too well.

Goodbye.

A better hell

Guilt obeys itself
Without permission
It’s such a silence decision
For me to let go
And a deathly wish
For you not to know
And my hands start to tremble
When my mind starts to gamble
With my heart
Don’t start, about the line
Give me a fucking chance.

I can’t take this
Because I know I miss something
But I don’t know what
I need to show,
To a world so dead
And a place so sad
And I’ve made my bed
So I will lie in it,
And if you tell me
How to dig a grave,
I’ll die in it.

Comes out of The Comedown