Ciro Sondray

Staff Sergeant Ciro Arthur Sondray

Johnny Messner as Ciro Arthur Sondray

Personal

Alias:	None
Age:	28
Features:	Mohawk, Surfer, Disconnected.
Colony:	Canceron

Professional

Rank:	Staff Sergeant
Department:	Marines
Position:	Dog PLT Platoon Sergeant

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"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
- Albert Einstein

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Background

Ciro is a man trapped in time. Before the Cylon holocaust, he was a devoted marine and boyfriend to a girl that he'd been dating for five years. He was a war veteran and his closest comrade was his spotter, Troyle Dixon. Like many survivors, nearly all of his ties to humanity were severed when the bombs fell, washing the planets with a wave of destruction and radiation. With the death of Troyle Dixon, Ciro's sense of being was locked into a static state. At that very moment he was a soldier, all alone, with no one to call upon, and he would need to use his skills to keep himself alive. Acknowledgement of his suffering would only slow him down, and his losses are a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of tears shed since that day.

One year later…this hasn't changed.

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Ciro Arthur Sondray was born on February 26, 2014, the child of Tripp and Morrigan Sondray. He came into this world in a quiet hospital located in a small, coastal city nestled against the deserts of Canceron. Barely able to afford the small, cramped home near a major Colonial vacation spot, Tripp Sondray would spend up to six months out of the year further inland as a foreman at a tyllium mine to provide for his family. Meanwhile, Morrigan Sondray worked long hours as a manager at a food cannery so that she could be home at a sensible hour to take care of their three children.

Ciro was the middle of three. His older sister by two years, Lacey, was the brains of the family, and his younger sister by three years, Kyle, was the rebellious one. Ciro took somewhere between the two of them, finding his absolute love of sports and all things adrenaline, and basing then against his sister's sense of responsibility. The resulting collection of different attitudes actually lent to a very stable household, and by the time that Lacey was in her seventh year of school they were able to help their parents with childcare bills by taking care of eachother in the afternoons.

The one major draw to the Sondray family that pulled them all together was the beach. During the warm season almost every afternoon they would walk the beach, swim, or surf to wash off the stress of the day before returning home for schoolwork and chores. The household was a machine, as the work ethic of two factory-minded adults was injected into their children, but time was always taken for a nice conversational dinner.

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The Sondray family are, without a doubt, creatures of the sea. Having such regular access to the awesome tidal forces of Canceron led the family to attend regular temple services with the cult of Poseidon. It was at the sea where they said their prayers, said goodbye to their loved ones that passed, and where Ciro even got his first kiss. Without a doubt, the entire family was drawn to the deeply spiritual connection with the force known as Canceron's western sea, yet another thing that bound the family together throughout the years.

Ciro had a childhood that was free of complications. He played Pyramid in highschool and was captain of their surfing team, and aside from typical family arguments and gripes his family was kept free of tragedy. However, what wasn't available to the family was the money required to travel across the province for college, forcing the children of the Sondray family to seek entry level careers. Lacey worked as a beautician through her twenties until marrying and having two children, Davin and Tyler. Kyle, the techie of the family, went on to work as a video game developer. Ciro, however, could not find a job that was right for him, and took to working at a flatbread pizza restaurant for two years and taking on one-month shifts at a time working for his father at the mines. After a very positive series of conversations with the other miners and a recruitment officer, however, he decided to enlist with the Colonial Marine Corps.

After testing with high grades in marksmanship and his overall athleticism, Ciro qualified for sniper school and was quickly sent away to the jungles of Scorpio. For two years Ciro was only heard from in letters, unable to get enough leave time to travel back to his family and instead opted for the local atmosphere. It was here that he met CPL Vanessa Dannika, a combat medic and rock-climbing enthusiast from Canceron, in a bar. The two hit it off immediately and became near inseperable. Unless, of course, Ciro was sent away on rotation.

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Four years into his relationship with Vanessa, just before their fifth anniversary, Ciro and his spotter, Sergeant Troyle Dixon were sent to the mountains of Sagittaron for high-elevation mountainous training. While in the mountains alone the Cylon Holocaust began. Too far from the explosion to be damaged by the radiation, a resulting avalance came down the mountain, sweeping away Sergeant Dixon. It wasn't until a day later that Ciro found his body, half buried under the snow with a crushed ribcage from a fall. Taking the spotter's rifle and his survival gear, Ciro made his way around the mountain until he spotted another surviving team of marines. Linking up with them, he was eventually rescued by the Cerberus and brought into active duty onboard.

Immediate Family/Close Friends

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Tripp Sondray	Ciro's father. Mine Foreman(tyllium).	Presumed dead, Cylon Holocaust, Lomadia Beach, Canceron, 2042. Last known location: At the CDFE Tyllium Refinery, Daede Township, Canceron.
Morrigan Sondray	Ciro's mother. Foodservices Manager.	Presumed dead, Cylon Holocaust, Lomadia Beach, Canceron, 2042. Last known location: The Sondray house, Lomadia Beach, Canceron.
Lacey Klinn (formerly Sondray)	Ciro's older sister (2 years). Beautician, mother of two (Davin-8, Tyler-4).	Presumed dead, Cylon Holocaust, Lomadia Beach, Canceron, 2042. Last known location: Klinn household with husband and children. Lomadia Beach, Canceron.
Kyle Sondray	Ciro's younger sister, Computer Animator.	Presumed dead, Cylon Holocaust, Lomadia Beach, Canceron, 2042. Last known location: KLI Imaging Designs, Lomadia Beach, Canceron.
CPL Vanessa Dannika	Ciro's girlfriend of five years, CMC Combat Medic.	Presumed dead, Cylon Holocaust, Scorpia, 2042. Last known location: Unknown. Either on Scorpia awaiting deployment or in transit via military transport to Canceron, Camp Jove.
SGT Troyle Dixon	Ciro's best friend and longtime spotter.	Confirmed KIA, Warday, Sagittaron, 2042. Last known location: Buried on Gorgon's Spine mountain range, Sagittaron by Ciro Sondray.

Service Jacket

Tours of Duty

Year	Rank	Station	Notes
Apr 2035 AE	PVT	Camp Halliday, Virgon	Enlisted in the CMC, entered basic training. Promoted to PFC on graduation.
Aug 2035 AE	PFC	Camp Broome, Scorpia	Assigned to SSR training program.
Jan 2036 AE	PFC	Camp Broome, Scorpia	SSR graduation. Assigned to 2nd Bn, 8th CMR, SST team 3. Paired with PFC Troyle Dixon(Spotter)
Mar 2036 AE	PFC	Camp Broome, Scorpia	2nd Bn, 8th CMR, SST team 3. Kitton FOB "The Cat". Operation Boxcutter. Deployed to Scorpia's southern continent to counteract human smuggling operations. Hazard pay received. Promoted to LCPL.
Oct 2037 AE	LCPL	Camp Broome, Scorpia	2nd Bn, 8th CMR, SST team 3. Deployed as rooftop security to over-watch the Quorum of Twelve's security during heated political discussions on Scorpia.
Dec 2037 AE	CPL	Camp Broome, Scorpia	2nd Bn, 8th CMR, SST team 3. Promoted to CPL.
May 2038 AE	CPL	Camp Broome, Scorpia	2nd Bn, 8th CMR, SST team 3. Kitton FOB "The Cat". Operation Chimney. Extended human and drug trafficking missions.
Jul 2038 AE	CPL	Camp Frayder, Sagittaron	Reassigned to 2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5 and dispatched to Sagittaron. Operation April Lighting. Battle for the Jharkhand Basin.
Oct 2039 AE	SGT	Camp Frayder, Sagittaron	2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5. Promoted to SGT.
Feb 2040 AE	SGT	Camp Oberlund, Sagittaron	2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5. Dispatched to Camp Oberlund high altitude recon training.
Jun 2040 AE	SGT	Camp Oberlund, Sagittaron	2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5. Assisted in new recruit marksman training, focusing on ballistics calculation.
Feb 2041 AE	SGT	Gorgon's Spine, Sagittaron	2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5. Warday happens while on scheduled wilderness training with SGT Troyle Dixon.
Feb 2041 AE	SGT	Snow Peaks, Sagittaron	2nd Bn, 4th CMR, SST team 5. Makes contact with surviving marines. SGT Troyle Dixon reported KIA. Rescued by Battlestar Cerberus Sep 2041 AE.
Aug 2042 AE	SGT	Battlestar Cerberus	B Co., 1st BN, 9th MID. Dog PLT.
June 2042 AE	SGT	Battlestar Cerberus	B Co., 1st BN, 9th MID. Dog PLT. Appointed Platoon Sergeant.

Accolades/Awards

When	Why	Notes
Apr 2035 AE	Advanced Marksman Certification/Ribbon	Scored in top two percentile in marksmanship in his class. Awarded marksman pin.
Aug 2035 AE	Advanced Infantry Training/Ribbon	Completed Marine Combat training.
Aug 2035 AE	Recruitment Training Certification/Ribbon	Completion of basic training.
Jan 2036 AE	Scout Recon Certification/Ribbon	Awarded at the completion of SSR training.
Jan 2036 AE	Marksman Certification/Ribbon	Awarded at the completion of SSR training.
Apr 2036 AE	Operation Boxcutter Ribbon	Awarded after successful completion of Operation Boxcutter, Scorpia.
Nov 2037 AE	CMC Good Conduct Medal	Awarded for merited conduct following Operation Boxcutter and providing Quorum security.
Feb 2039 AE	CMC Meritous Unit Commendation Ribbon	Awarded to his unit for their distinguished recon service during the conflict on Sagittaron.
Feb 2039 AE	Operation April Lighting Medal	Awarded to all those who served in Operation April Lightning.
Feb 2039 AE	Colonial Foreign Service Ribbon	Awarded to those who serve a tour of duty away from their home colony.
May 2040 AE	Mountainous Warfare Certification/Ribbon	Awarded after completion of the CMC's Mountainous Warfare school at Camp Oberlund.

Reprimands

When	Why	Notes
TBD	TBD	TBD.

Injuries

When	Why	Notes
TBD	TBD	TBD.

Physical Features

Ciro Sondray is a caucasian male in his late twenties, standing at 6'2" and bearing a swimmer's physique. Tall and healthy appearing for his age, the first detail that is noticeable about the man is his choice in haircut. His black hair has been shaved on the sides of his head, leaving a CMC regulation mohawk at the top of his skull. Unable to keep his five o' clock shadow at bay, his sideburns, jaw, and his face are peppered with black stubble. The end result is the visage of a stereotypical, tattooed, marine complete with a jar-head's haircut.

Identifying features are:

• His mohawk haircut.
• His collection of marine-related tattoos down his right arm to his elbow.
• Another half-sleeve on his right arm, depicting Poseidon, the ocean, and sharks.
• The shark-tooth necklace he's never seen without.

Tattoos

• Right Arm, half-sleeve: Homage to the Scout Sniper Team. His upper bicep is emblazoned with the SST seal and a marksman's badge. Complete with credo and framed by jungle tree branches.
• Left Arm, half-sleeve: Homage to Poseidon. From the elbow-up his arm is covered in the image of a stormy sea, with the gargantuan form of Poseidon raising his trident above the waves. Some ships sail safely while others tremble in fear.
• Left Shoulder to Left Hip: A kraken stretches out over Ciro's ribs, its long arms reaching up to his shoulder, down over his lower back, as if to seek out and destroy things that aren't yet tattooed there. The monster is menacing, but done in a realistic greyscale shading—at least the body. It resembles a giant octopus and little circles dot tendrils along the Sergeant's skin. — from The First Cut

On the Grid

Known Associates

Marines

	Myself: I guess I'm alright. I'm pretty well adjusted to the near end of my species, and I'm not suffering from any sort of emotional problems worth talking with anyone about. Like a lot of people, I miss my family, my girlfriend, and if I could flip some switch and make everything go back to the way it was I'd do it in a heartbeat. That's not going to happen though, is it? So I'm stuck here…with Cylon sleeper agents. What kills me is that as far as I'm concerned every single person I see is potentially someone that's going to end this ride for all of us? How the frak do you build up with that? I don't trust any of it, so I guess I'll just keep following orders until I see something that I can't ignore.
	Captain Natalie Vandenberg: Sigh. Dare I say that I care? One of the things that I hate the most about this war is that while there are still unconfirmed Cylon skinjobs that I can't really trust anyone. Maybe it's unhealthy to have the attitude that I'm better off just assuming everyone is a Cylon, or that my life will go on after they're dead because I've lost people far more important to me than the people I've met post-war, but the truth is that I'd follow her into hell. She believes in me when I don't want her to. She trust me when she shouldn't. I'll never tell her, but I trust her and yes…I do care.
	Gunnery Sergeant Eleftherios Constin: This big son of a bitch is another man from Canceron, and Gunny's good people. Everyone knows his old lady was a Cylon, and there's something about the way he's forever pissed off about it that leads me to think he's not one. Then again, that's what they'd want us to think right? Either way he reminds me of a few friends of mine from back home that I used to surf with. The major problem that I have with the guy is that even though he's the Master-At-Arms and he's supposed to be the head of security for the ship, if he turned out to be a Cylon I'd hate to have to fight him toe-to-toe. Maybe I should try to get him to step in the ring and see if I can take him.
	Staff Sergeant Ekho Inoue: Ekho's a very deep, very interesting creature to me. She's kind of in the same boat that I am. She's lost a son just like I've lost my entire universe, and with no body to confirm all you have really is to lean on hope. We've bonded over this, and the sad part is that she has more hope than I do, which reminds me of the odds once again. My old life is gone, and maybe hers is too. Sometime's she's close and sometimes she's distant, but to me her company is always welcome.
	Corporal Zmaragdahianna Lady: I don't know what I'm seeing when I look at her. I've been assigned as her Squad Leader so I should probably know more about her than I do. When I look at her, though, I see that she wants everyone to see something. The meanest girls are always putting on the best offense, and Lady's a very loud, very mean girl. I wish I knew more about her, because I can't tell if she actually feels any fear or if she truly doesn't care. If the latter's the case…then she's going to be a bitch to keep conrol of.
	Corporal Lucius Decumius: We got processed together with the grand Sagittaron pickup. Actually, we served together as a part of the same recon down at the Jharkhand Basin. If I were to describe him, I'd probably use the word "solid". He doesn't cause drama or have some intense need for attention, which I can appreciate. He's a good scout and I've worked with him in the warzone before. If there's anyone I'd want as a spotter now that Dixon's dead I'd want Lucius. We fought the Liberation Front together, so that means I can trust him…right?
	Specialist Circe Lagana: Honestly, I think I'm better at communicating with Laguna through the quiet, wordless marine hive mind than I am at actually speaking with her. Like most people, I trust her about as far as I can throw her, but if she's a Cylon I'd be surprised. There's something very human and flawed about her, which reflects just how human and flawed I am too. It's comforting. Of course, I'm not saying she's a flawed person by any means, what I'm saying is that she's not afraid to admit to herself that she's not perfect like the rest of us. I admire that in a person.
	Captain Corrath O'Hare: Aside from the fact that he went JAG instead of staying in a role that keeps him closer to home (home being marine country), he's a pretty good guy. From what I understand, he vouched a vote of confidence in my favor to v-Berg (lowercase V, due to her height) when it came to my Platoon Sergeant bump. He keeps in touch with the troops, he isn't letting himself turn into some sort of barrel-assed glitter, and he isn't afraid to get in the ring. What's not to like?
	Private Bridge North:So this girl spent what, months in a coma? I haven't asked around for the complete details but she got a head wound and had some nerve damage that still bothers her today. I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me, but it hasn't stopped her from continuing to be this font of creative energy. She's back on the horse, which is something worth being proud of. Since she came back to the bunkhouse we've had some pretty deep conversations, one of them over a tattoo she gave me. Something tells me that I've only scratched the surface.

Deck/Engineering

Ensign Ximena Alteris: There's something about the way that she seems to be trying to push me in some direction that eats at my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I like her. She's beautiful in her own dark, brooding way, and I trust her only a slight bit more than I trust everyone else. The problem that I have with her is the same problem that I have with everyone else. If I can't trust them, then why do I even frakkin' bother coming around? I don't know…if I just stayed in my bunk all day I'd probably go insane. I really do like her company, so when I do venture out I keep an eye out for her. She keeps her distance when I want her to, and when I have those moments where I need help…she's there to offer it. What I don't understand is why she bothers herself with it in the first place. She's distant enough to be more of a comrade than a friend. She has a nickname for me. Maybe I'm interpreting it all wrong…

Specialist Sofia Wolfe: There's something infectious and adorable about the way Sofia goes about things. Gods, damn I want to think that she's harmless, but she's also in the corner of the guy that wrote that manifesto. Could she be naive and actually trust people who trust the Cylons, or could it be that she just so desperately wants to find away from the death and sadness that this war's brought on that she's risking trust? What happens if that trust fails? Something tells me that this stay over Gemenon is vital for her. Sometimes her smile fades and you can see little bits of clouds form behind her eyes. I hope she can hang on, because if she's not a Cylon she's one of the few things that make me laugh.

Air-Wing

Lieutenant Sextus Evandreus Doe: He seems pretty harmless, actually. I met him in marine country while he was walking down the hallway calling people "hon" and referring to the marines in the back of his Raptor as his "ducklings". So there's one thing I'm sure we don't have in common, right? Sofia seems to like his company and as long as I can manage to avoid being utterly emasculated by the guy, he seems decent company. One thing's for sure though, he really doesn't like the typical marine attitude. Neither does Sofia but I'm a marine. What did they expect?.

Civilians

Name(TBD): Comment(TBD).

Trivia

• Ciro was a vegetarian until (excluding fish, he could never give that up) until his first year of highschool. What broke him of this? Lamb on flatbread. He only eats meat currently to keep his protein up due to the severe lack of nutritional supplements and health-food stores.
• Ciro always wears a leather necklace with a small, blunted animal tooth on it. It appears that it's some sort of sea creature's fang.
• Ciro is a lover of animals, and even more so today believes that what animals they find should rather be protected, rather than eaten.
• Favorite colors are Green and Orange.
• Quite the outdoorsman, he has a wide knowledge of lesser-known locations on Canceron and Scorpia where one could hike, rock climb, surf, mountain-bike, or camp.
• HATES coffee. He operates on a millenia-old energy technique called "get lots of sleep and have a good diet."
• Was hit by a car once. Apparently it didn't hurt him too bad.
• Was largely believed to be second place for prom king his senior year.
• Favorite food: Falafel, olives, and blackened fish.
• Has touched a shark while in the water.
• LOVES the firing range, claims it's better than any shrink could ever be.

Recent Logs

PHD #511: That There Puddle
(circe ciro constin logs social two vandenberg)

PHD #510: Holocaust Tourism
(bannik ciro ekho logs samuel social sofia)

PHD #490: EVENT - Article 106a
(ciro constin event jenkins khloe logs madilyn north sofia vandenberg)

PHD #481: Visitation
(ciro hydra logs npc social)

PHD #481: Acceptance
(circe ciro logs social)

PHD #480: The Measure
(ciro ekho logs social)

PHD #476: The First Cut
(ciro logs north social)

PHD #460: Analog
(ciro logs north social)

Recent Memoirs

Memoir: Rabbit Three (part one)
(ciro memoirs)

Memoir: The Toast
(ciro memoirs)

Memoir: Nala's Not So Bad
(ciro memoirs)

Quotes

• "No one sleeps their way to Specialist."
• "That instant coffee's gonna turn your asshole into a sieve. Just so you're prepared."

Jukebox

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Civil War

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **

Wicked Witch

There is a demon
An evil mind
Inside us
Oh I know, I know
We all know the rules
When water will be shed
The wicked witch is.

This is the end of all the miracles
Farewell to you yellow brick road

Everything she is asking for
It all belongs to her
Now she's gone into nothingness
There she waits

Still I can hear her singing in the room
In the room I know she's gone
I've thought "She'll never fail,
All magic will be gone
The day she'll melt away"

This is the end of all the miracles
Still I hear her singing in the dark
Truth has changed, her voice it stays the same
Farewell to you yellow brick road
Still I hear her singing in the dark
While time goes on her voice will fade away

"They are all, they're everything, they are mine
Silver shoes you're mine, you are mine,
You are mine"

Hate will live on

This is the end of all the miracles
Farewell to you yellow brick road

The wicked witch is dead .

Speak

Free?
You better love me
Hide or runaway
From all your yesterdays

Speak the truth or make your peace some other way
Ahh, yay, yeah
Well, I never knew, but i believe that your trust in me
Oh, speak to me

And way beyond your controlling mind
And no more believing in all your precious lies

Speak the truth or make your peace some other way
Ahh, yay, yeah
Well, I never knew, but i believe that your trust in me
Oh, speak to me

Speak the truth or make your peace some other way
Ahh, yay, yay-yay, yeah
Well, I never knew, but i believe that you trust in me
Oh, speak to me (speak to me)

In finding balance between lies and trust
there will never be better source
than to speak your truth
or make your peace some other way

Speak the truth or make your peace some other way
Ahh, yay, yeah
Well, I never knew, but i believe that your trust in me
Oh, speak to me

Speak the truth or make your peace some other way
Ahh, yay, yay-yay, yeah
Well, I never knew, but i believe that you trust in me
Oh, speak to me

Half-Truism

One is for envy
And one just for spite
The cuts in my heart
They show in your eyes
Don't make it better
The twisting knife
Turns all by itself
Move on to someone else

Your self-liberation
Will leave this behind
Beyond slings and arrows
That rain on our minds
You'll make it better
Shake it off
It never mattered anyway

::chorus::
If we don't make it alive
Well it's a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

And it's ashes to ashes again
Should we even try to pretend?
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

The banner you're waving
Is burning and red
It's blocking the sunlight
That shines overhead
You against the world
Diamonds and pearls
Voices inside you churn
Watch the city burn

Your own liberation
Will leave them behind
All the slings and arrows
That rain on your mind
Don't make it better
Break it cause
It never mattered anyway

Going Down To Die

and i know
that it's true
all the fire
has burned thru
well you know i've played
so hard
and the light
grows so dim
and my time's getting slim
all the words
just don't mean much

and i know i'm saying
goodbye
and i know that i'm going
down
to die

in my heart
there's a wind
and it swirls up a dim
it's so loud
it drowns my mind
till the coin that i pass
to the ferryman's grasp
let's me leave
my pain
behind

so i part
and i'm oh so cold
and i hope to release
my heart
better leave
while my song still calls
it's the truth
that i'm going
down
to die

Dreaming Neon Black

Sometimes when I'm alone I still feel you
Your breath on my neck, you're still with me
And I'm still dreaming neon black
I wait for you, to taste your unknown world
The clock spins to time that must mean nothing

Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence and fear

Sometimes I wonder where you are, can you feel my tears?
I never knew what changed you
Did they paint your dreams in pale shades?
I wait for you, you know you cannot hide
Division from within invalidates suffering

Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence

I am a child of light living in your mind
The pain, the unknowing washes away in time
Until then will you meet me whenever I call to you?

Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
and wash away my innocence
Meet me in the dreamtime water, drown
Shifting shaping currents flow in memory
swim through me
Meet me in the drowning pool of tears
And wash away my innocence
Meet me

My only cure won't you meet me?
In the drowning pool of fate the moon and the sun still wait
Won't you meet me?
I suffer silently for our love, the jester has lost his dove

Ratamahatta

Biboca
Garagem
Favela

Fubanga
Maloca
Bocada

Maloca
Bocada
Fubanga

Favela
Garagem
Biboca, porra!!!

Ze Do Caixao
Zumbi
Lampiao

Hello uptown
Hello downtown
Hello midtown
Hello trenchtown

Ratamahatta!!!

Hello uptown
Hello downtown
Hello midtown
Hello trenchtown

Ratamahatta!!!

Next Life

You don't know the torture
You don't know the pain
Loving what you can't have
Is drive me insane
I'm dangerous, I pull away
You're dangerous, so keep your distance
Still you run through my veins
And there's nothing I can do

I'll be waiting, waiting for you
Meet me in the, in the next life

I still can hear you screaming
I still can see your eyes
Believing in your love for me
As you watched me die
I'm dangerous, I pull away
You're dangerous, so keep your distance
Still you run through my veins
And there's nothing I can do

I'll be waiting, waiting for you
Meet me in the, in the next life

So now we've gone our own ways
Memories dried and scabbed
Your scars show on your hands
Mine show in my eyes
So now we've gone our own ways
Memories dried and scabbed
These scars show now

You're dangerous

I'll be waiting, waiting for you
Meet me in the, in the next life

Now we've gone our own ways
Memories dried and scabbed
These scars show now

30-30-150 (NSFW)

I am a dominant gene - live as I die
Never say forever 'cause forever's a lie
I can see right through you so I can ignore you
The story changes but the ending won't bore you.

I tried to tell you but you simply obeyed
They didn't listen so they threw you away

Now all you do is talk - I don't wanna hear your bullshit
Is this what you want?!

This is where it begins
This is where it ends
This is where it begins
And this is where it ends

They called us a dead generation,
They told us that we wouldn't survive
They left us alone in the maelstrom
As you can see we're all clearly alive
We know where you are and were coming
Let's see you say that shit to our face

30/30-150 Remembers
30/30-150 HATES

In my own peculiar way I feel mercurial
Before I get ahead of myself again
I know the where but I still don't know the when

You wanna live in a one-sided world
Be prepared for a whole world of hurt
Now it's the Grand Facade
I don't want to be an angel
I just want to be GOD

They called us a dead generation,
They told us that we wouldn't survive
They left us alone in the maelstrom
As you can see we're all clearly alive
We know where you are and were coming
Let's see you say that shit to our face

30/30-150 Remembers
30/30-150 HATES (HATES)

OHHHHHHHH
I am a fucking machine fueled by the past
A memory's a memory until it's a fact
I can bury the hatchet and let some shit go
But I got too many grudges to hold!

Saw a lot of people die in the end
I never wanna walk that road again
Now I will never give up
I don't want to have it all,
I JUST WANT TO HAVE ENOUGH

This is where it begins
This is where it ends
This is where it begins
And this is where it ends

They called us a dead generation,
They told us that we wouldn't survive
They left us alone in the maelstrom
As you can see we're all clearly alive
We know where you are and were coming
Let's see you say that shit to our face

30/30-150 Remembers
30/30-150 HATES

Far From Home

Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows; ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home

And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out

Verse 2

All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home

Chorus

Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out

[guitar solo]

Chorus

Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
To break me down

Outro

To break me down
Your heavens trying everything
Your heavens trying everything
To break me… down

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