The Mosh Chronicles

Lost of control
Everything look so cold
Freezing to death
Denied by the test
This is hell
Listen to the bell
Seems to crunch
Crazy bunch
For lunch

Coming out from the man himself
A self confession tribute to the nameless
Just a make up for the mass attention
A camouflage of innocence

Blends with the faceless helpless
Delivering what it needs and feeds
Being in common with the common
Naturally absorbs with the demon

Seeing through the superficial glass
Picking on the upper class
Everything goes in the mix
Everything goes with the mimic

It’s all a stage and play
It’s all in one of the day
In the world of the nameless faceless
The possibilities of the possibilities is endless…

© Moshmayhem. 261103.5.54am. Temptation and the next encounters…forget it!

How do you kill a face that haunts you in your dreams and daytime?
How do you hide the feeling that is lingering endlessly in your mind?
How do you escape pain when it bleeds continuosly?
How do you fake happiness when everything seems hopeless?

And you're sinking....
catching your breath...

You sunk deeper...and deeper...and you wish
and you pray

and you hope...