Disillusion- Too many broken cease fire

Counting sheep leaps
But keep the gun while in dreams in the sun
Some reason in our tedious Inn
Our tedious Inn.

I know they'll come for me
I’m sure this won’t end peacefully
they’ll not come peacefully
I know they'll come for me
And all I’ll do is laugh …

Our garden bears a morbid seed to grow
Nursed with tears and boredom, uncounted broken hopes

I know they'll come for me
I know they will be back for me
I know they'll come for me
And all I’ll do is laugh …

It is written in my eyes
Cast into my forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all your pale dreams
It is written in my eyes
Cast into my forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all our pale dreams

The scent of lilies is sweeping though the room
Descent of joyful days but now they are in bloom

I know they'll come for me
I see this won’t end peacefully
I know they'll come for me
And all I’ll do is laugh

It is written in your eyes
Cast into your forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all your pale dreams
It is written in your eyes
Cast into your forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all your pale dreams

Our garden bears a morbid seed to grow
Nursed with tears and lies, myriads of broken hopes
Our garden bears a morbid seed to grow
Nursed with tears and lies, myriads of broken hopes

Whatever we have done it all came down to whispers
Forgotten. Gone. A long lapsed fierce embrace
What happened here, what happened then, the scope grew thin, glares narrowed in
Whatever we have done it all came down to whispers

Now let me go and face the insult.
Now let me go and face the insult.
Now let me go and face the insult.
Now let me go and face the insult.
Now let me go and face the insult.
Now let me go.

It is written in my eyes
Cast into my forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all your pale dreams
It is written in your eyes
Cast into your forehead
A smile just won’t disguise
The end of all your pale dreams

Optimus Alive! 09

Resumindo numa palavra: BRUTAL!

Primeiro dia fizemos um reconhecimento ao recinto e ganhamos muito pouco pois estivemos foi a ver Mastodon e depois jantamos enquanto dava Lamb of God, par depois voltarmos para o moshe em Machine Head e ficarmos numa especie de coma em Slipknot, para depois ouvirmos calmamente os reis, Metallica.

Segundo dia andamos na bandalhada a ganhar tudo o que havia para ganhar. Depois, a pedido de varias miudas histericas, fomos ver The cooks e pedimos um hamburger psicologico sem queijo, mas eles nao nos ouviram... Depois fomos ganhar mais coisas e comer, e conhecemos a Rita na worten que nos obrigou a ajoalhar e a fazer flexoes para nos tornar-mos gladiadores e eu dar uma coça ao Alvini e ao Tomaz. E a noite já fomos ver os grandes The Prodigy!!! So ficamos tristes por não terem tocado Spitfire e Baby's Got a Temper... Descanso e depois fomos surpreendidos por Zombie Nation que abusou completamente do aclamado Laidback Luke, até ai considerado "Rei".

No terceiro dia o que abusou foi Linda Martini, banda que já vos apresentei aqui, e dos quais recebi autografos da baixinha, ah, baixista, engano-me sempre, e de um dos guitarristas (que inclusive mandou linguados no David).


After Alive! we are dead. hahaha

O nosso amigo Ploft