Assassin by Scentless

Believe in the killer in me,
Innocent, she believes in me,
Metaphorical Scent of disease,
Regardless of whom I tried to be...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

Experience is worth for what we are now,
Lifeless and cruel, casting a doubt,
Over the wings of the choices we once approached,
But that's not what I saw, that's what I was told...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

May the metal of your arms
Be my last empty grave,
For against your believes
Nothing's stronger than hate,
Just relieve this empty shell
Of all I once drew,
Because for all that I did
I'm no better than you...

Vague portrait of a death wish by Scentless

Never quite been more defeated
Then when you told me that
Lizard stones and blissful winters
Belong to the past…
Never let the pain unveil
The hypocrisy in your eyes,
Grey shades of what used to be
The power to decide!
Long for something to inhale
So eager for the rush,
Been a phantom of my gossip,
Trade it for no trust.

I close my eyes and see it clearly,
The polluted aura of your death,
And right below that crooked halo,
There’s something that you never wished to have…

Hear a ring inside my head,
That tells me if it’s now,
Time to forget, be forgotten,
Actions hold me down,
Live my life without the fear,
Of something growing out
Of my chest and grab me by the echoes
And then drown me down…
So burn me and all my instincts,
If they can trouble you,
Have your vengeance, enjoy the moment,
Because I’ll be coming back soon…

I close my eyes and see it clearly,
The polluted aura of your death,
And right below that crooked halo,
There’s something that you never wished to have…

In heaven they ask me how was life here,
Bring me the head of the one who annoys you the most,
Foretold a future not so bright for some,
So irritant, the peasant with two heads instead of one,
But I know how some can react,
When they see a treasure in a dusty old map,
And though some may seem suspicious,
The careless don’t ever suspect the trap…

I close my eyes and see it clearly,
The polluted aura of your death,
And right below that crooked halo,
There’s something that you never wished to have…

Last step (inspirado em The Mars Volta) by Scentless

The mud from which the earth was created,
The lies where it boiled,
The surface of the crater
Is no longer a matter of choice…
The rash made my skin start to melt,
Torn the muscle in my chest,
And the spider logged inside my brain,
Has started to grow a nest…
My heart belongs to dreams,
And to the one that makes me dream,
Within a blink of a blinded eye…

And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…

I hope, when I’m invincible,
That I don’t have a throne,
Because if I share it with anyone,
Will it stand on its own?
And if you call the stars,
And create a hole, so thin…
I’ll be able to breathe some fire,
So that I can fill it in…
Your whispers make me dream,
Until I can’t stand to dream,
And have a sleep so pure…

And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…

I jump to breathe,
I cut to bring it in,
Enslaved, suffering,
Breathing, again, and again…

And as I take a step in a fake attempt to try,
It lasts so little before you start to burn,
And in this world when it’s time to survive,
It’s no man’s land, and everyman’s turn…

Fortune by Scentless

Can you leave anything behind?
Can I cut your face with my smile?
And as I escape the trap that is your mind,
With pleasure, your teeth grind...

People of a world that no longer exists,
Keep telling me how I should live,
And so I became a hopeless slave,
Of a word in which I no longer believe…

Everything’s burning, please stay inside,
No regrets are a proof of denial,
I’ll taste your blood if you taste mine,
And we both can stay alive…

Angels of a heaven that no longer cares,
With wings rotten by corruption,
Killing whoever defies or dears,
To extinguish the eternal flame in the ocean…

Why can’t we just stop breathing?
Invisible wires connect you,
Play with a scissor to stop living,
I feel the rush, do you feel it too?

Misery in a soul that no longer loves,
Devastated by the loud bells announcing death,
Clearing the way for those who deserve,
Sweat and tears of the battle mark the path…

Do you think she was ready to go?
Yes, but not for the test,
Do you think she’s made of gold?
She’s made of hypocrisy at best…

And I came in advance,
For the end of it all,
For when fortune appears,
It soon begins to fall…

Dark by Scentless

Dark,
There’s only darkness overcoming the apparently peaceful halo in my soul,
Darkness only disrupted by the deep roar of a distant thunder,
Followed by a shiny lightning, announcing the storm,
Announcing the change that can, and must happen,
The first cloud starts to cry, and its tears penetrate in the calm of the dark lake,
Others soon follow, creating an aura of mist around the transparent water,
It’s a warning for me to take shelter, so I can escape the rain, that burns,
Burns my skin with its touch, burns my ears, with its interference in the silence,
Burns my nose, with its scent of mystery, burns my eyes, blurring my vision, so that I can’t see nothing besides it,
And I soon go to my so-called home, nothing more than ashes over ashes that still cover my head when it rains, and so I wait…

Dark,
As I watch the strange phenomenon that with its simple action can cause so much damage without even knowing,
I pray that I can keep my precious silence for some more time,
And as the rain stops, I look to the dark hole that is the sky, in search for a rainbow that I know in advance that just won’t come,
Only a reflection of my human nature, searching for a light that I know that doesn’t exist, only to find disappointment instead,
I come out of the shelter and see if it’s peaceful again outside, and there’s no sound,
No rain, no thunder, only the calming sound of the absorbing silence and of death awaiting, for every breath that slowly comes out of my burned lungs,
All like it should be, except for a beam of light that paints the sky, with its seven colors majestically dancing before my eyes, in a process that became familiar over the time, but now it was something different,
The light seemed more present, like it should never fade away, but of course, it disappeared, leaving me with despair to comfort my numbed soul,
So, I kept walking, just waiting,

Dark,
Sitting in a grey heart-shaped rock, the only trace of color (even if it’s vague) on this island that is my mind, I think of death, and how its embrace would give me the silence that I so desperately seek, and that I so desperately reject when it’s right before my eyes,
My eyes, once lifeless, only two brown rocks pending in a white ocean, after the rainbow relived and now, even close to blind, they search for that drug, that powerful hallucinogenic that satisfies my need for silence with brightness instead,
And so I realized I had become nothing but an addicted for silence and for light, and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me,
Wrapped in my thoughts, I don’t watch the lake suddenly turned violent and the waves galloping along the shore, in my direction,
Only when the motion suddenly changes, becoming quiet and satisfied, I realize that something’s missing,
I try but I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear the most soothing sound in the world, I can’t hear the silence, replaced by shadows, but only for an instant,
Soon, the shadows die around me, only to return the silence and something even more precious, the light, the comforting light that my eyes seek so desperately, to drink from it, to bathe in it,
And then, followed by change, I stop waiting...

The silence ends, my heart beats again, and someday I'll die, but I don't mind...

Skinhead by Scentless

No pátio enfeitado de fumo,
Alguém passa com desconfiança,
Seu nome perdeu-se no tempo,
Nessa altura ainda uma criança,
De cabelo rapado por protesto,
Com corpo que há muito não crescia,
Olhos de um azul profundo,
Mas por detrás algo morria,
Insultos gritados das varandas,
Por ser pobre em bairro abastado,
Com veneno selado na boca,
E consciência de ser filho não desejado,
Encontrou o repouso na ponta do cigarro,
Encontrou a esperança no açúcar de rua,
Por viver sem vontade já não se preocupava,
Pois a vida que vivia já não era a sua,
E passeando sem desejar por entre o gozo,
E aos gozões esticando o dedo,
A resposta sempre pronta e igual,
“De filhos da puta nunca tive eu medo”,
E pouco a pouco encontrou a salvação,
Nesse óasis resplandescente que é a loucura,
Pois se o veneno é a tentação,
Então ele tinha encontrado a cura,
Fechado para sempre nessa concha,
Acalmado pela sua consciência,
Para nunca mais despertar desse sono,
Desse turpor causado pela demência,
Até ao dia em que o sol brilhou mais forte,
E a sua vida ganhou mais cor,
Encontrou-a por entre a multidão,
E impaciente, colheu-lhe uma flor,
Aceitando-a, nele acendeu a luz,
Mas curta foi a sua duração,
A flor foi atirada ao chão e espezinhada,
E assim foi também o seu coração,
Sentindo-se traído, chorando lágrimas amargas,
Se ninguém no mundo o aceitasse,
E se tudo o que ele queria era um abraço,
Então a morte que o abraçasse,
Colhendo o frio da lâmina áspera,
Um rosto desconhecido para sempre desapareceu,
Rejeitado pelo mundo, agora e para sempre,
Por desdém viveu, e por amor morreu…

Palavras sem sentido by Scentless

Dá-me uma página para encher
De palavras sem sentido,
Das de quem não fala,
E apenas faz ruído,
Mas a verdade é que eu não morri,
Apenas andei perdido,
Mas pergunto: “Darias pela minha falta,
Se tivesse morrido?”
Acordei, exausto,
Como se nunca tivesse dormido,
E a alegria que senti,
Como se nunca a tivesse sentido…

E porque não se sente?
Essa ilusão, de dentro,
O coração, diferente,
Nessa fracção de momento…

E eu não vou seguir,
Alguém que não existe,
E de repente uma brisa
Sopra com o seu tom triste,
E mesmo que me pedisses,
Eu não iria,
Prefiro esperar aqui, ansiando
Pelo toque de uma mão sempre fria,
Desejando com rancor,
Pedir para deixar de ser,
Pois se o amor está vivo,
Então eu prefiro morrer…

E porque não se sente?
Essa ilusão, de dentro,
O coração, diferente,
Nessa fracção de momento…