Luna By Gabriel Curran

The city screams in ultra violet delirium, reverberating colour, waking solitude from its cold and shallow slumber.
Chaos becomes the sweetest companion, as clusters of crazed activity become the magnetism for the lonely and unholy.
Broken strides, falling steps, soaring heights, scaling ambition, jaywalking the wavering tightrope across the digital skyline.
Seeing elation unfold in the gutters of reflection as melody bounces off the concrete chambers.
Bass riding the cities everlasting distance, as a thousand yearning voices ricochet of every burning star.
Distracted by the luster and the mad apparitions of frantic hedonism, under the spell everlasting desire, and the promise of something more.
Salacious and insatiable, hypnotized by the harlot queens, gregarious fiends, potential dream sharers, and moon child bearers.
Reinventing the wheel then riding it naked to heaven, surfing on a bull through Babylon whilst holding a hornets nest, basking in glories which are yet to come.
Spending forever amongst blurry faces, distorted gestures and ostentatious bards.
Sipping on tonic freedom, toasting dead hero’s, downing kindred spirits, tranquilized by warm memories and waves of lucid sound.
Romanticizing fanatics, tripping on neon glow and pheromone scented street corners.
Fantasy addicts searching for a carnal fix, a bodily high, some fresh flesh to buy.
The moon relentlessly luring, coxing and charming the spirit from its withered self consciousness.
The darkness persistently teasing, concealing, hiding the succulent breasts of the night.
We are brought by the moon and taken by the sun, but the circus of suffering has been postponed until the morning that will never come.
This is the time for the rampant and restless ghosts of never ending debauchery, as they parade along the twilight horizon,
beckoning the lunatics who want their lunar fix.
Their unrelenting boisterous hysteria purging the weak and weary,
this unforgiving dream set has no place for morose souls who can only watch from the wings with child like envy.
Because in this world, hero’s are made from bottles of ritualistic poison, and truths are found in forgotten dreams and faded out scenes.
Because in this world, these famished libertines, these wandering nomadic hipsters,
live electric, turn I fears to ideas and make colossal canvases from the jet black sky.
Because in this world, the sun threatens with light that will cast long shadows of our former selves.
Because in this world, the moon is your trusting friend, your benevolent guide until the end.
Because in this realm, a fools charm might just save you, and a jesters card might just play you.
On and on it goes beneath the auspicious, shimmering white hole in the sky.
Bustling street mania running through the veins of every fleeting soul, every lost roaming spirit.
Duality and causality, rampantly fornicating in the minds of the free and easy.
Death and life, dancing beautifully, gracefully in time to the rhythm of chance and opportunity.

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Allflaws – Prima Donna (Verse 2) Written by Gabriel Curran

They make you shine, they make you bling,
They package you up for mass consumption, 
They make you sexy, they make you beautiful, 
They use your body to sell you soul, 
You’re the icon, you’re the symbol, 
You’re the product of human desire, 
You got it all, you live the dream, 
You’re everything I don’t wonna be.

Allflaws – Femme Fatale (Lyrics) By Gabriel Curran

Taken from the album Black Box Here After

They see you winding through the neon haze,
The glow of your flesh, it steals their gaze,
The rhythm of your pulse plays through their souls,
Every move you make takes a hold.

Spores of lust exude from her as they all try to pursue,
With erotic thoughts and seedy flaunts, lecherous taunting,
Subordination, domination, they bow down to this temptress,
They surrender to her gender, that’s stunningly infectious.

You are the temptress of the night,
She lures them in, she makes them give in,
You are the kiss that yearns inside,
She dominates, subordinates,
You are the player of the night,
She is a sin, she makes them give in,
You are the lust that burns inside,
She dominates, subordinates,
You are the temptress of the night,
She lures them in, she makes them give in,
You are the touch that yearns inside,
She makes them want, she makes them.

Procrastinating, waiting, you’re just sitting there debating,
Should you get involved in these games that she’s playing,
She’s making you want, she’s making you need,
She’s trying to make you concede,
To the force of her body, that beckons your seed.

She stands imperious as they beg at her feet,
Trying to get a taste, a lick of her flesh,
She’s the fiend of love, the whore of lust,
She lures them in as they ache to touch.

One by one you’re turned to stone, Medusa’s got you owned,
You’re the prisoners of the night and you’re bound to her throne,
You can’t get away from the want, you’re frozen in her glare,
She’s got you where she wants you, in her kingdom of desire.

Allflaws – Nemesis (Lyrics) Written By Gabriel Curran

Taken from the forthcoming album Mysterium

Trepidation has us all in chains
Cortisol is coursing through the veins
Catatonic, the soul is now asleep
Acquiescent, the mind is now so weak
Indoctrinated, with demons in the thoughts
Infiltrated, by nefarious taunts
Violated, corrupted in the mind
Parasitic, the fear makes us blind

Fear is the enemy
The weapon of devilry
Killing us mentally
Keeping us tyrannised

Hypnotised, by the serpents in disguise
Tranquilized, by malevolent lies
Tyrannised, by an esoteric spell
Ostracised, contained within a shell
Fear is the weaponry, the tyranny, the enemy,
The entity, the energy, the demon inside of me
Fear is the sorcery, the slavery, the trickery,
the devilry, the treachery, the sickness inside of WE

Fear is the enemy
The weapon of devilry
Killing us mentally
Keeping us tyrannised

Allflaws – Relic (Written By Gabriel Curran)

Verse 1 from Allflaws – Relic

As years pass slowly by, many souls say goodbye,
Ashes thrown in the sky, bringing tears to the eye,
Love comes and loves leaves, blows away like autumn leaves,
Into the cold light of day, see the moment fade away,
Everything that’s ever been, feels like a lucid dream,
Everything that’s every been, echoes in the present scene,
See the era come to pass, see the epoch turn to dust,
See the ghosts play their part, in the story of the heart,
Polaroids and memories floating on a quantum breeze,
Sentiments and synergies, cast in the sovereign seas,
Glories and tragedies remembered by the melodies,
Playing deep inside the mind, play the past then rewind,
Going there to that time where everything seemed to shine,
Going back to that age, turning back to that page,
To the portal in the past, where mortals forever last,
To that place, to that scene, to that space, to that dream.

(Possessed) Written by Gabriel Curran


Your lips spit black acid projectile, every diction laced in hate fermented bile. Because you’re so damn wicked you give demons the fear, reduce Lucifer to tears.
You smoke asbestos from acid laced strips, inhale pain through cancer chard lips.
Your swollen varicose limbs are septic pin cushions for doses of HIV negativity, as your fellow fiends down shots of blood syphilis fatality.
You snort white lust from devil reflected mirrors, looking back at your emaciated face makes your whole soul quiver.
You see the bloodshot delusion in your own acrimonious eyes, the intoxicated demon of your own feckless demise.
You’re so impure, as you sweat toxins from your puss infected pores, insects nestling into your fermented sores.
To alleviate the self suffering, you take another hit from the atomic bong, as radiation incinerates every conscious thought, and then your mind distorts into apocalyptic scene, a child burning scream.
Your calloused heart is a toxic cesspit of thick scum and grease, as industrial waste spews from your fetid fulminating mouthpiece.
At the end of the day you soak your festering wounds in your salt laced tears, your squalid bath tub of needle infested fears.



Allflaws – Dissident Rage (Lyrics) By Gabriel Curran

Ripping wires from the mind, unplugging from the grind
Reaching through the smoke screen, pulling out my lost dreams
Waking up my dead soul, pulling myself from this hole
Now the truth has some eyes, seeing past the shallow guise.

Now it’s time to run
Let my will speak
Now it’s time to run
Find another way
Now it’s time to run
Set my soul free
Now it’s time to run
Let my ghosts flee.

Rising from the slumber hole, giving life to my soul
Raging fire in the eyes, burning through all the lies
Laughing in the devils face, now it’s time to get a taste
Fuck the rules, fuck the game, you will never make me tame.

Now it’s time to run
Let my will speak
Now it’s time to run
Find another way
Now it’s time to run
Set my soul free
Now it’s time to run
Let my ghosts flee.