ORGY

ORGY

The wines in this orgy more banal,

They are our false dreams, worthless,

Well before these fools have me silenced,

I speak and I disorder, it does not hurt,

Paying the same price, everything is equal,

Because souls are rough shred,

Not having the more laps I calm down,

Seeking another face ritual,

No laurels of victory without glory

I redo every month the same story

Paying rent this for a living,

If the verse has no rhyme or head

Already serving to one that addresses

The left must not understand me...

MARCOS LOURES

POISON

POISON

Original path disabuses

Whoever tries to seek some path?

Where the truth is revealed

The face often sovereign

That which is said foolish and profane

In the background to my desires not meet

And it can be said that standing up for sale

Not worth even months, maybe weeks.

Venom is too, killing the snake,

When than nothing sometimes leftover

It serves as encouragement to which it attacked

So when you bring truth

Not everything here speaks pleasing you

Several walk same harvest?

MARCOS LOURES

A DREAM ... AND NOTHING MORE

A DREAM ... AND NOTHING MORE

A dream is losing another dream

Shrouded in mist so could

Charting want and how much joy

Indeed, even if you want to propose,

But if the weather was so awful

Landing on the scales of agony

The verse is when fights would

Change this time either boring.

He wanted to be loved and nothing else,

Daring to penetrate between abyssal

Scenarios without fear what will come,

But when I find myself alone,

The dream meaningless now conceive

And I lose my way now...

MARCOS LOURES

END OF DREAM

END OF DREAM

In the same coldness that I see you

Forget the troubles that you've caused me,

We are not told how a simple fret,

A new dawn, simple desire...

After the storm, some glimmer

Where strange light, navigated,

Killing our love for wear

Do not be left even less opportunity,

So when walking in turmoil

Do not come complaining your innocence

Thou hast knowledge of this, I assure you,

You only inherit this void,

And when there is a drought, a new river

Form will be salted, made into tears...

MARCOS LOURES

SPIRIT SATANIC

SPIRIT SATANIC

Satanic spirit dominates
Verse bolder that could
And so life made in dark complexion
Denying any mine forever,
Where is emanated rotten fate?
And as much as I could in agony
Saying that creates my ghost
As this fascinates both terrors,
Luck uncovered this plot
And the more I impart to hell
Finally realize that the happiness,
So to portray humanity
In paths of Satan I penetrate
My soul slowly degrades...


MARCOS LOURES