Deftones Lyrics' illustrations: Deathblow

Soon as you came in, all the beast went away They noticed that you're warm, wait till you leave then come back for more...

The ropes hang to keep us all awake

and I should have known

As soon as you came in, the agony went away I noticed what you wore to everything we spoke and more...

And the ropes hang to keep us all awake

Portrait of love

Cigarettes with PB&J

The relationship of Addiction and Romance

When Reality met Idealism

Roselini the Magical Princess


There once danced a magical princess who liked to sew
or rather a princess that was very magical
Her name was Roselini
And she was a princess
made mostly of roses and honey

despite her birth she followed along
a Mexican circus howbeit unique

For it was full of magical Hadas
along with occasional
dark-skinned freaks

oh! they loved our dear princess
for a passion and kindness
despite a shyness
unrivaled by many

It fueled her magic
which helped her expression
For Roselini was mute
and could not speak any

Her magic came out
in the garments she made
which begot feelings of
roses in bloom

And the faces she painted
for acts and performance
sparkled like honey
kissed by the moon

she also made jewelry
with a love and a passion
the spirited faeries
had never quite seen

This made her jewelry
especially precious
producing a love
that was magically keen

Though speechless and shy
Roselini was famous
For her kindness to others
throughout all the land

She made clothes with magic
which brought cheer to tragic
orphans who were sad
or needed a hand

the faces she painted
enchanted large crowds
and her jewelry freed minds
of many that were cowed

In one special case
she used her passion
livened the rags of a dark skinned freak

And as token of his gratitude
He gave her five balloons
with eyes and humor
and mouths that could speak

Roselini clutched the balloons
but their strings slipped away
and they quickly began
to rise in the air

Amongst their talk they did not notice
and all she could do was
not speak but only stare

She chased them out the of circus
and down a lengthy hill
she followed them from bright chirps
until silence made her still

She knew not where she was
and the sun would soon to set
her cheerful mileau was gray
and she wondered where the songbirds went

Then she jumped at the sight
of a fallen song bird
It looked drained and dying
with a voice deeply stirred

that's when Mosquito fiends
in top hats and canes
loomed from out of wood

"We want your blood princess Roselini
for it's as sweet as honey
and will do our bodies good!"

Roselini cried out
for distant help
from her carnival Faye and freaks

But without a voice
her calls were mute
and the mosquitoes came closer to eat

The princess clutched her necklace and cried
when something odd occurred

The necklace rose
with a brilliant light
and her voice was that of a songbird

It was loud though graceful
the voice of an angel
calling the balloons
to come to her aide

They flew down as she clutched their strings
and then they swept up and zoomed away

not far behind the mosquitoes gave chase
getting close before slowing down

and each time they came close
they popped one balloon
Coercing them to move faster
with tears and a frown

Soon only one remained
and it carried the princess
at a slow-moving smooth descent

when suddenly there was a wailing
followed by pop!
and Roselini fell from the sky
and through the roof of a circus tent

The surrounding crowd gasped
the ring master blushed
and she sat atop a pair of acrobats

She stared at the crowd
both frightened and sad
for it was taboo to ruin an act

the crowd murmured in confusion
which rose to loud rants
For entertainers are loved
So long as they enchant

Roselini clutched her necklace
as tears came down
and out loud
she started to sob

But her sobs came out as beautiful music
that wrenched attention from the mob

Roselini's sweet voice
beamed as a light
pausing movement in and outside the tent

Some people cried
others rejoiced
and when she stopped
was given a standing ovation

By everyone: audience, the performers,
Faye and freak, clapped in praise to
Roselini's song

So she stood and curtsied
with a smile and a wave
saying "Gracias" to the enormous throng

She was no longer shy
for she'd found a voice
despite her losses
no uno o dos

she smiled
for her magic would shine even brighter
and she could help those who would need it most


THE END...

if i fall, you'll die

it appears now

That we are in a lab-like place

i am sorry

i hear the calls to pull you in

but how can i save you

my darling?

i tried love

but it turns out

you're alergic to that

i tried honesty

but it only propels you

into the arms of another

and infatuation

only brings you part-way

i am truly sorry

but i fail to understand

the physics of it all

i'm a simple man

i just want someone who can return my intense passion

like an unbridled flame, one as hot as the sun!

rather than running off with it

to drown in my vast ocean of thoughts and words

to suffocate.

that's all i ask

even the walls in my room

can take my endless profession of love

without complaining

But my hope and patience have no limits

only breaks in-between

when my heart is broken

i run off to the hills and mend it

only to re-emerge

with even less memory than before

is that penance?

and what will i be next?

The "hero"

saving you from a black knight?

or the gift you couldn't open before New Years?

maybe even a psychiatrist

either way

one thing's for sure

eventually your closet will be empty of disguises

to by-pass my security

and when that happens

i'll take my fleet and depart

to conquer some foreign land

only to return

with less men than before

because there's strength in numbers

i think i'm in love!

sshhhh...
silence!
you must understand
this is a delicate situation
that requires the utmost finesse

it's taken us months
to find this rare and illusive situation
don't say it too loudky
or you'll scare it away
just a hairs breath
and the whole thing will come
crashing down
keep it close
keep it safe
keep it hidden
our only hope for survival is
to tip-toe quietly
carefully
Please
try not to touch or step on anything
as you make your way through

The Tigress

so it was the two of them
in a tiny apartment
he
a hopeless romantic
mostly hopeless

she was a tigress
and this was her cave

And he would come around
in hopeful times
hoping that she would let him in

for reasons like
calling out to her fire escape
with a bottle of wine
hoping it was the language of love

and if he was lucky
it was
and she'd let him in

So he would come in
and they would sit down
across from each other
in the tiny apartment
bursting with leisure
and hippie crap

He would tell her romantic things
and she would grin at him
as if
he was what's for dinner

and wine and hippie crap
would fall out their mouths
until the sunset
or the sky was invisible

All the while
she thinking of the gorgeous meal
she scarred away
months back

And all the while
his mind fixed on the romantic
unaware
of how hopelessly hopeless he was

Not even months
but weeks later
i ran into the poor conned
chump
I mean he was truely hopeless
nothing ever added with him
just took away
so i asked him
if he was still keeping tabs on that tigress
the one he was hunting

And he said-
"You know?
For long moments of time
I would sit outside her cave
and watch her
So i watched her as she left one day
and she never came back"

See? Even a noose will work

I break bread over silver tongues
And castrate babies
Feed pretentious bastards with gold spoons
And shake my head with "maybe's"

I make blue moons
Answer shooting stars
And wolf howls

Infect fictitious nonfiction
With once in-a-life time's everyday
And make fun of great philosopher's theories
When I hear people pray

I own a home resort getaway
On the nineth cloud
Where I commence swimming in thunder
And making absolutism proud

"WHO AM I?"
Who are you to call?
I may serve you
But I still reserve the right for a coup de-tat

I make trees blush for lovers
I aim like a sniper
For a kiss from the soulless
While bending hell

I'm sexest and not
Called man
Desired woman
Though no one can really tell

First they said I was one
Now I'm one in three
Who knows what the future holds
Or even if you'll see me

I've burned the walls of famed establishments with graffiti
Crushed whole kingdoms under my third-eye while it's blinking
Wrapped my tongue around whole worlds
All while sitting in my chair thinking

I'm European with blonde hair
I'm african with locks
And if you look close enough
I'm a middle east orphan
who set a millennial
C4 strapped
Alarm clock

freedom
Truth
justice
Providence
The metaphysically empathetic
Your reasons
All seem soulless
You see
Cause in the end
Nothing
And I do mean nothing
Serves your government
Better than me

the poet was dead before you got there

the size of my love
is this breathing light
that puts me inside
a flooding ship
slowly disappearing at sea

You can find it
in Berlin
or behind some great wall
maybe even
inside this metal heart
of mine

a wishful alignment
to a fragile fall
from this day-long act
of suck
and fuck
and the occassional lips
til our skin pressure creates
shades of grey

this social storm
yells after cherished dreams
lost in a subway

sure
i'll breakdown the window
so you can see
and if you ask "where?"
then I've lost you touching me

so don't waste my sunrise
on confusion

true
your perdus gaze
made me afraid of everything
that can pass the time
but
i gave that up a long time ago
so evolution would stay with me

now
i'm a soul stealer
on earthly plane
and in order to fly
you use this energy
teasing me playfully

but
i can smell the minute cracks
in your laughter
and slits of darkness
shine through them periodically

so tell me
how much longer will we play
til i find gold?

pick a number please!
before i slip and bleed
on angels and pranks

i think you killed me

Bored engines
hum queens
with firey changes
and mascara
around their fur

to make the sun rise
a sweet savoring
of no ordinary words
creates
volcanic cries
so elated
you'd think
it was
a riptide of gods
blowing through the world
in neon
to shell out a verbal dream

and now
I'm slowly turning into
sinking beats
and decaying wonder

falling in-between the crack of day

amazing
your love
was a passive
and
forsoothing stranger
that sunk so deep
i wonder
was there a casualty in all this?

her laughter in B-flat

Show-stopping doll smiles
stretched and pulled
over open eyes

To listen intently upon

you need
children yelling ghost screams
through midnight air

To break the fluid consciousness
in hidden motives

You need to
say grace
and speak politely
stab crowds
with a breathing laughter
bought out a candy store

To unlock
complacent angel voices
snatched up by
diseased houses
playing in the wind

strap a forest
clogged with fireflies

to reprint

a mouse voice in the corner
sleeps forever
while sundance patterns
try to choke the closing day

But a smile and voice
is all you’ll hear
mostly a smile

Sex with an Anarchist

Keep my sanded senses out of colored promises
and my gorgeous eyes in gold and steel

can't you see
that all my friends are on fire?
leave my splendid hands
in a fate austere

i can hear everything
when my heart is burning
why cant this worlds creations
slight my rainbow fears?


well then

I'll break the ground
I'll slit its wrists
i'll wreck this world
and swallow your artifice

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to save

all we need is recognition
and we can mend these ways

but i'm still incomplete
i need a face or soul
but i don't need your help
stand back!
and watch the birth of gold

maybe if i resolve knowing
maybe if i just give in
if i just...
listen to what they say
if only i could trade what you thought was love
even so
it wouldn't mean a thing

because
i see now
that you can part oceans
and move against them

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

and so

appall my acid smiles
and neon thoughts
that beam with resolve

pull apart these lies
that risk your own kind
obscure unkind
til you risk yourself to find

and if your not lying
holdon to yourself
as if you belonged

and if we're remiss
with tradition
we can have a life to share
we don't need introduction
it will end our days
just recognition

i see now
you drag yourself
grudgingly
through murky halls
of aggravated violence

and scream at them with ellipses

but this is done backwards
methods are left to ghost
this isn't icarus
a darling felicity

it's the main view
of a chameleon audience
transfigured by the rain

werewolf

well
i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

susceptible to moonlight

the scars on my skin
are from previous insights

well i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

i wakeup to each sun
with cuts
and shallow bruised

You leavin?
well
not like anyone'll know
sept that floozy
called the moon

well
i'm a werewolf
a werewolf

nobody cares
and nobody knows my name

their always scared
or looking for fame

well i'm a werewolf

a werewolf

no need for talk you see
minus the were wolf you've seen
take hold of me

I'm invisible to the eye
that is

until you cry
or take hold of me

We're starting to ripe

a culmination of
societies venom
in the form of
smiling white teeth and black gums
gutter smoke poofing out
the onyx concave in-between
empty, hole-sockets
vertical eye punches
repeatedly
dragging away from
sludge and grit
to slither up and down
some pure white coral
ejaculating acid
mud drips down
eroding and draining
while the coral tries to escape
still pure
until the smiling grin moves aside
replenished
with its eyes slithering behind it...

Eulogy for the sun

Her name was Ashley

A sliver of blue moon
behind the sun
morning voice
relinquish burden
inside the belly of conditional shouts

yea
she had a voice that was very loud
we're going to miss her

Her name was Ashley
And she had a voice
with the strength of bulls
So loud
the earth
would groan and pull

Another voice amongst the large
But a voice
so big
it knocked against stars
but the clouds were stronger
so my image was smothered
we're going to miss her


Her name was Ashley
another voice
amongst an army
who fed me
when my eyes
were starving
from relinquished debt
beside my woe
impaled heart-stone
burdens
wrought of sorrow

dipped in a bath of children playing with sulfur
a smile to a chuckle
and then it was over
but i
unchanging to accept
the way things won
found
drops of blood
filled with silence
will scream outside
your verbal lungs
and by then
she was gone

and we'll miss her
she had a whole lot to say
but yea, so long...

bone weak

i speak into her hands
as if i belonged

with evening skin

and a voice
that would grab hold to you
and pull you out of dreams

while dribbling
darling thoughts
onto the leg and calf
the size of my love
sinks so deep
it heckles the sun
to spot G
in her civilian becoming
with a knife-clenching perfection
so elated
she can't even breath
taking in gulps
of this suffocated hunger
until the thick, pulling weight of urgency
traps what's unknown into a breath
that i may

release

but i push through so hard
to bear quakes in a resurrection
that now weighs-in unconditioned
and
swallows her being whole
until
only pieces
can be seen
at the break of day

You're like, so art scene

Hey princess
whenever
wherever
your body lies
when you think of me
and how i'm so crazy
i hope the sun
is burning out your eyes