DEAD MODELS SOCIETY (YOUNG LADIES HOMICIDE CLUB)

My runway is a narrow flat purgatory,

coming to life each time I'm gonna move my lips.

My young robot-ladies are marching sinuously,

trampling on death highways, unmercifully.

I feed them with diamonds and crystalline ice,

served by doomy footmen with remote-drive-eyes.

I quench them with gold wines and unearthly rain,

born in royal black halls, islands of pain.

A beautiful day, the audience go wild,

my sex robot-girls are starting the show in

a beautiful way, the moment has come,

shivers running down the spine, shock music whirl,

A beautiful day, the audience afraid

my fiend robot-girls are spoiling the fun in

a beautiful way, the last final shot

draws a line between the androids and the crowd.

Dull preys are collapsing and their empty glance

remains pretty unchanged, lifeless, on a trance.

Yells resound, backstage twenty four,

bloody shades playing with a tempting corpse.

Necklace pearls burstin' up in her heart,

biting the bones of her easy charm.

Always dim lights,

shots and make up, keep dumb actors young.

Oh, empty lies,

end of games, crying barbies all around.

Still from the catwalk

freezing beats as timeless knives

are breaking through her soul.

Beats and knives, no silence, footsteps around.

Night-time. Suddenly the curtain drops.

Last lights are falling down.

She gets herself ready to a red eternal night,

now her face looks made up with care.

She smiles before the last kiss goes to fall on smelling leaves.

An eye on the chosen shots she made time ago.

Through a window pane she gazes on the neon lights

cafe society is still up, but not for long.

Caressing the shades she skims the diamond glass.

Everything is ready. She is about to go.

Now she’s flying away leaving on the floor

charming Chanel clothes and days she never owned

She leaves easy preys and indifferent days.

Last steps on the street resound as worn-out clocks.

The walls show her goodbye, lights are still on, on silver silence.

Never tears will fall down 'cause of her giving up.

Angels shall witness.

I'm goin' away far from the fine day

the sun burnt out upon the clouds

on the fields, but you will never

clearly hear my voice aloud.

Through the nights, all through bare bright lights

ghouls appeared before my eyes,

messangers bringing religion

of bloody art destroying our own life.

Oh, the bullet hit the mark straight,

dancing as a ballet show

on the edge of darkest hotels,

catching shabby lies through the night.

I've seen my blood shed everywhere

I've seen the fable can't get in

I've seen my existence stuck on the shiny leaves of Vogue.

I've seen my look lit up by able make up men.

I've seen my heart emptied up at last not knowing any taste

of tears, any more.

I've seen the firm and well-kept hand stealing my existence,

my own life.

I've seen the woman I wished to be shooting me without a delay,

till making me feel deep her beauty.

Right in a frame, as if it were a crash,

after realizing my mistake, I closed my eyes.

Yes, in the end I saw myself close my eyes to daylight.

When night falls, new funny shapes are jumping out.

Many little eyes, like faint tongues of flame, are getting closer

and in the magic of the night, voices are whispering new words.

By now, their language seems to be lost in time,

but I still have a hazy memory of their own voice's sound.

Once I shyly tried to catch their faces

through the moon's melancholy beams;

those little creatures whom

have lost everything throughout time.

Last night they showed me a way I never noticed before.

It's a path hidden among the trees

parallel to the way I'm passing through every morn.

It looks nobody knows such a road.

Hence, as soon as they set off,

I realized that I would have finally made myself

acquainted with their secrets buried into time.

The more I was getting far from the things I already knew

the more I was feeling my senses' warmth reborn,

and contamination clearly died down,

making room for a nearer and firmer pureness.

A disarming scenery had been appearing now in front of my eyes,

filling my heart with tears and nostalgia.

That moment I started guessing

that even human beings might have born there,

but nobody either knows or remember what I'm talking about.

Anyway, since that night I know

looking for the land of God it makes no sense, by now

and down there, in this unreal city, echoes of homesickness come back.

So, now, loneliness covers every face with crying,

but these lost heroes are lying down on their memories...

sometime are chained like only wonderful dreams can be.

Irasible and cruel she dances inside you.

Not knocking she gets cheery and cheeky in your mind.

In frozen nites she runs across your same old dreams

on stunning hight heels.

In every dream now there's your blood.

Floating she moves safe not looking around.

Merciless she keeps an eye on her side-preys.

---Cheeky Alien Dream---

Naughtily through your tears she grows.

Cinically through your fears she walks.

---Cheeky Alien Dream---

Luna, Mars and Venus, many lands to destroy

Jupiter and Deimos, many as if they were dull toys.

Floating and laughing around she runes across your old dreams.

Floating and circling around she keeps an eye on her preys.

Falso sueños desgarrados sombras del amanecer

avasallan mi conciencia y no me permiten sen

Creando mil espejismos me los han hecho creer

vendedores de ilusiones transforman tu amor en hiel.

Opacan las percepciones, deforman la realidad

desconectando tu esencia mutilan tu libertad.

Promesas hechas al viento hace mucho tiempo ya

regresan hoy a mi Alma destilando eternidad.

Còmo volver del destierro recorando lo perdido?

Còmo volver a confiar y despertar del olvido

Còmo volver a empezar desandando los caminos?

Còmo vencer la matriz y liberar mi destino?