Plastique Noir
silent shout
I am a prisioner
In a dark jail called mind
I feel memories colliding against the walls
Of my brain
So many places and facts
So many faces in all around
Rotten portraits from a distant past
In cold chains
They testified my crimes
Nobody can hear the silent shout
Of another name written in the black tome
Of damned souls
Nostalgia is a trap
Undead voices inside my head
Unconsciously created for keep me far
From neurosis
Hallowed be the future
Uncertain chapters sang by the angels choir
A lost ship in the ocean of the chronicles
Of my life
Of my life
Walking through the factorytown
Nobody can hear the silent shout
Walking through the factorytown
Nobody can hear my silent shout
- :
- 24 Hours Awake
- Affects
- Woodgothic Compilation 2013
- The Music The Culture: Dark Wave, Vol.2
- Gothic, the Music the Culture
- Dark Moments, Vol. 4 - 25 Gothic, Ebm, Darkwave,...
- Dark Moments, Vol. 5 - 25 Gothic, EBM, Darkwave,...
- Napster pres. Halloween 2012
- Halloween - The Darkest Night 2 (48 Darkwave Industrial...
- Halloween - The Darkest Night 2 (47 Darkwave Industrial...
- Dead Pop
- Urban Requiems (Extended)
- Urban Requiems