1. When Alpha And Omega Collide

I've been struggling for so many years now
Aiming high, yet shooting low
My biography is like a looking glass
There's someone I don't know
Always asking me about my destiny
Spoken anger without words
On an empty street without life and joy
No sunlight to shine bright

Unfold the blueprint – your key to existence
A master plan for life – just play your cards right
Broken wings won't fly

The more adrenaline, the higher I fly
Without quest I find no rest
With every new goal there's yet another one
Constant pain to burn my chest
Heading out to roads that won't ever end
Alpha, omega: no interlink
The higher I fly, the deeper I fall
Going up means going down

Confront yourself – your blueprint for existence
The master plan for life – start playing your cards right
Broken wings won't fly

Collecting pieces of a map – still struggling to proceed
I'm feeling constant pain – deep wounds of inferiority
Confused I watch the chaos – divine creation unfold
With every single step I make – I'm stepping back again
I try to fly with broken wings – on and on and on and on

In the short run, I'm running out of time
Clock ticking cuts the air
Still running, yet it's a waste of breath
I'm gonna crash and burn
Working my way to the very end
On a point of no return
In a bitter world without life and joy
Dark forces hold my ground

Confront myself – with blueprints for existence
My master plan for life – I'll play my cards right
Broken wings won't fly

2. Tidal

You
A faun in twilight
Immaculate perfection

I
A god in half-light
A hero in a play

Pale blue scenery
Fleeting moments passing by
Dots and anagrams
In the sands of time and the wind

Us
A monument of sand to
Defy the odds

Us
A rampart made of dreams
That would not last

So tired without you
The sultry heat of summers gone
Melted hands of time
An enigmatic poem on our skins

With each changing of the tides
We renewed a fragile bond
We were blessed and we were cursed

A gush of water swept away
All we swore and all we said
Indelibly, unspoken spells
Unbroken hours slowly passed

We are
Ghost and shadows straining to be heard
We are
Like ships and waifs waiting for the tide
We are
Surrendered to the heat, surrendered to the wait
We are
Long gone with the wind

Listless summer days
Without care of where to go
Coming back to me
Tinted moments of our luck

Though we were too weak
Wished to pause the restless clocks
To hold life for a while
The peal of bells above the rain
(Made it end)

A gush of water swept away
All we swore and all we said
Indelibly, unspoken spells
Unbroken hours slowly passed

We are
Aching whispers, windswept memories
We are
Like birds in flight sleeping on the storms
We are
Not Daphnis or not Chloe anymore
We are
Long gone with the tide

3. Unbreakable

All around this fortress
Run the rivers of the dead
Broke what seemed to be unbreakable
Unreachable
Drowed what seemed to be inpegnable
Infallible
Cold September rain the summer's retreat
A tapestry of falling stars

This truth is small and truly trite
There's no such thing as permanence
But loss is like an undertow
Pulling you down pulling you down

Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Because to me, because to me you were, you were

Tonight I'm drilling holes
Into the blueprint in me chart
To drain the liquid shades of gray
That run like rivers from my monument
To reach the core to breathe again
Find the long lost words
My credo and my curse:
"We few, we happy few"

When all the world turn into stone
And everything just stays the same
There's no safe harbour in our sight
All beauty sinks into the night
Still we are navigating by the stars

Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Because to me, because to me you were unbreakable
Nothing is nothing was nothing ever will be

4. The Waking Hours

I search the missing link
that interlinks the tattered ends of a chain undone
I watch the faceless shades passing by in lethargic state,
dreaming of something to occur.
I walk through canyons of concrete where the poet gets lost
and a walking eye weeps, where no visionary dares to reside.
And I sense Sisyphus climbing the hill with panting steps
for this sad time weighs his run.

In every waking hour
In any kind of golden light
In every moment of conception
In every hour you try to feel

always lies a sense of change

I feel the sense of change as Sisyphus clutches at life
but the lifeless shades of monotony obscure his brightest day
Is all that's left a plain choise, to last or to fall
on the edge of collective drab?

Must we find fortune in constant revolt?

In every waking hour
In any kind of golden light
In every moment of conception
In every hour you try to awake

5. Iconic

Visions from above
Father's son on high
Sharing all his love
He's the one to make you fly

Christ the redeemer – an icon for mankind
Atop the corcovado mountain sky

Both his arms are open wide
Inviting you to see the light
open-heartedness – old virtues come alive

There is magic in the air
Enter on a higher sphere
Existential interlink between yourself and holy god

Turn around and look through my eyes
You may find the world's archetype

Distinct viewpoint of the world
Longing for a rest in peace
Moses brought the ten commandments to be learned

Watch me, touch me – I'm error-free, there can be no doubt
You're gonna see the world through different eyes
Different eyes are gonna change the world – you just have to

Turn around and look through my eyes
You may find the world's archetype – the holy ghost

Corco – corcovado, corco – corcovado
Corco – corcovado, corco – corcovado

Visions from above
Father's son on high
Sharing all his love
Standing there with open arms

Christ the redeemer – icon for mankind
Atop the corcovado mountain sky
Christ the redeemer – monument of hope, so high
Can you feel the magic high and low

Watch me, touch me – I'm error-free, there can be no doubt
You're gonna see the world through different eyes
Different eyes are gonna change the world

Turn around and look through my eyes
You may find the world's archetype – the icon of God

6. These Empty Places

One more time you find yourself huddled in silence.
Nicotine mingles with a mimic's tear, tarnishing moments forlon...
Remember the stages that you were compelled to wander
Where ideas were devised, where the phantom of fame
approached like a brief encounter.
Try to evoke the day...
But memories are cold comfort for the mourning result of a long-forgotten cause.

Passionless words defy the stage no more
There's no applause, just a drunkard asking for encore
A silent audience of dust and desperation
As you remember certain faces that once engaged these empty places.

With the fading light came desperate thoughts, as if
the ghost of an urge rode a blatant breeze.
And the wet ink on the paper blurred under your tears,
just like water's clearness in the rush of the spray...
Try to escape the day...
And after all you will find out that it's all the same
how many footprints you've left in the soil.

Empty eyes defy these empty halls
Empty faces examine empty walls
Empty words thrown in empty streams
Empty places are the end of empty dreams.

To be a whisper on the breeze, to be a stranger on violent seas,
To see the world through orphaned eyes could be a mission
Behind tangerine skies.
For there's no importance in a dream of posthume fame
And I don't want to be a fugitive repatriated, watching
these empty places...

7. Duende

Like a demon, like a ghost
Balancing on nerves, dancing on the edge
Like a wheel or a dream
Spinning endlessly, spinning helplessly

A painted drama, a feverish restraint
An unspoken trauma in sweltering nights

Like a ray of light that stains a bitter sweetness
Into the darkest wine
A dark chimera wide awake
Sipping from the lifeblood

I drank, drank from you
I drank wine like blood
Blood like wine
And the magic sounds of inspiration

I learned, learned from you
A hidden secret
Black as rain
Moving me, moving on and on

This is the way of the mystic
Into the eyes of god
This is the weight the moves the hand
This is the hand that moves the stone

A ravaged beauty, unfeeling and unsafe
A power that resides in the labyrinth of sound

This is a fire that ignites itself
This is a mystery of art
So much more than craft or chemistry
Gabriel 'gainst Azrael

You spoke, spoke to me
A silent prayer
For the pain
And the driving force of desperation

You sang, sang to me
Haunting songs of hope
And songs of doubt
Moving me, moving on and on

A force like lightning over mountains
A permanent disease
It's you and me together
On a highway without end

I drank, drank from you
I drank wine like blood
Blood like wine
And the magic sounds of inspiration
I learned, learned from you
A hidden secret
Black as rain
Moving me, moving on and on

8. Paramount

The air is steam and fire
A lift-off to negate defeat
A victory imperfect, there's always more
It's all we've ever longed to reach
And all we've ever longed to see
Someday, somewhere
On a highway to the sun
With marvelled eyes, with blinded eyes we'll watch
The holocaust of our wildest dreams

From here to nowhere (nowhere, nowhere)
From there to somewhere (somewhere, somewhere)
From the seas to the highest heights
From the moon to the lowest lows
From a spark to a raging fire
From the heart to the sateless mind

Stunned and amazed by what we are
We celebrate and name the stars
Expand, aspire, don't look ahead
The more we grow the less we see
The less we see the more we'll find
The light that blinds is darkness to our eyes

Through a telescope I dream
A summit in the sky blue snow
I'll carve my name into withered stone
It's all I've ever longed to do
And all I've ever longed to feel
I'd burn the midnight oil to get there
If I could only reach you now
If I could only name you now
The blind spot on a yellowed map

Stunned and amazed by what I am
To feel alive in some lonesome luck
Explore, desire, don't look ahead
The higher I go the less I see
The deeper it hurts the less I feel
And the heart of the matter is hardly to perceive

From here to nowhere (nowhere, nowhere)
From there to somewhere (somewhere, somewhere)
From the seas to the highest heights
From the moon to the lowest lows
From cult to culture, from ape to man
From the hand to the hungry mouth

9. The Lonely Views Of Condors

Sometimes it's coming over me
Like a warm rain
Sometimes it's coming back to me
Like a memory
Just like a heat of endless winters
The cold of midday sun
It's the longest way a man can go
Sometimes it's more than I can take

Last night I spread my wings
Upon two worlds colliding
And somewhere at the monstrous distance
The world, it came down on me

Now I am soaring on lost latitudes
A navigator with no chart
Looking down on all the colours that
Separated day from night

And all the demons in my head
Still permeate the sleap
I will feast upon their strange desires
Bring me something to keep the night away

And here I am
So close and yet to far from you
And here I stand
lost in the echoes of goodbyes
And here I am
Still something left to lose

A world was lost the other day
And I am choking on the sediments
And all the things that cold have been would have been
Are the things than will not let me grow

Drifting from the bitter echoes
And the sillnes far and wide
All alone with the nameless phantoms
Chasing down a lonely road

Sometimes it's coming over me
Like a warm rain
Sometimes it's coming back to me
Like it's all destiny
And here I am
So close and yet to far from you
And here I stand
Lost in the echoes of goodbyes

10. The Weight

The view from here it is so frightening
A world of tide pools, incompleteness all around

A god beat lightnails
Deep into the flesh of a summer night
Words fell from a paper moon
To come alive into lonely room
Time was standing still
As giants broke the cardboard sword
The old bridge sank into the river
All certainties disappeared

Roads and rivers are winded into a circle
Around the curled up monumental me
Outside looking in time and again
Feeling the weight of a jaded dream

And the view from here is frightening

Far away between Sirius and Vega
All along the Road of the ancient Gods
In the black heart of Orion
Beneath the surface of the soul
The momentum

Everything is so different now
The moon looks down with orphaned eyes
And the lighthouse sens out the fragile signals
To a distant desert sea

Roads and rivers are winded into a circle
Around the curled up monumental dream
Outside looking in, time and time again
Feeling the weight of a jaded me