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Of Snakes and Men
07:34
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We keep ignoring that black spot
It's staining every drop of our blood
Evil lurks and crawls beneath the skin
It's staining every drop of our blood
Don't try and throw it away
Is it a part of you?
Are you a part of it?
It's within you and everything breathing on such a sick earth
And I thought it was just a dream
I dreamt of an old man dressed in black standing in front of me
He said evil is inside of us since the day we were born
Absence of evil would reduce one's condition to unhuman
No voice could be heard out of my mouth
It was helpless to fight against myself
For I cannot drop a part of me even though I hate it
His eyes so bright were like a fire
His grin so white was made with ice
We're going insane no one is safe from violence
Brothers kill each other off in the name of nothing
Feel your anger, your envy, your wrath
It's staining every drop of our blood
Evil lurks and crawls beneath the skin
It's staining every drop of our blood
Don' try and throw it away
It's within us all
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Flamingoes
06:22
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I sit
In between the second of six pairs of wings
And stones and wood is all that I see
In my sleep
My shadow is a red mark amidst
The shadow of something I've never seen the whole
I walk
We can overcome mountains with a single step
And all we left behind
All we erased
The newly grown jaw is used for nothing but
Tirelessly moaning words of a forgotten language
Spires entwined with nerves
Aisles held up by ropes made with tendons
Searching for the cathedral where I'll finally rest
Who shall build my deathbed without losing his sanity?
Spires entwined with nerves
Pillars as white as bones
Spires entwined with nerves
Aisles held up by ropes made with tendons
He'll provide the bell tower and become the walls
And from my rose window I'll be watching
Over us
I cry
For my unspoken thoughts
Will wander with me for millennia to come
I'm a heart without a beat
A voice without a mouth
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At first I thought it was possible
Focus on a harmonic center
I was able to find balance in distance
That was lulling me
Lifting me up
Equidistance is like a holy circle
Everything moves on the outside
When did it all change?
A displacement, a momentum
A pull out and unbalance rules me
Now i know what's behind it
And I got vertigos
Hollow hypnotizes sucks me in
That's why I can't look into your eyes no more
Your pupils
Are potholes
Your pupils
Are spirals
Everything moves on the outside
When did it all change?
The cognitive dissonance comes from an inhibitor restrain
Why resist?
Why not let yourself fall face down this gap?
I'll fall
Darkness is a vessel and now I'm inside
I couldn't believe I would make it
But I got my instinct back
And dust that once covered it?
So dense and so sticky
Compromises made me fat
But it stills fit me perfectly
And I'm rushy at wearing it
Darkness is a vessel
And fear is its lid
I let it lead me I fumble
Big surprises await me I can feel it
A big chandelier suddenly lightens up the scene
A setted up table, seven companions and an empty chair
Everybody' here from Boogeyman to Pinhead
Tonight we're banqueting and my pain is the special dish
After such a long trip
I need feeding
Darkness is a vessel
And I opened it
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Ghostface
07:55
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Tell me ghostface
Where are your lies?
Fragile condition will shine bright
Come here ghostface
Show me your glance
And let me go in grace
So come here
Hiding and laughing
Searching for memories holding the truth
Hiding and laughing
Dancing and sparkling
Searching for memories holding the truth
Tell me ghostface
Where are your lies?
Fragile condition will shine bright
Come here ghostface
Show me your glance
And let me go in grace
So come here
You're blinding my eyes but there's no light inside of you
So transparent
Invisible
Fog in motion
In my
Wreck condition you smile
So proud of yourself
In this
Condition of no light
You guide me into pain
Your stained innocence
Left inside me
But no one really cares
So Ghostface, where's the destination?
No one will care for this
And for this burden there's no pain
You left me a thousand illusions
You gave me a thousand scars
Music has to stop
Pain has arrived to the top
Here I am, Ghostface
Oh, by the way
No one cares for this
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A Fish Called Atlantis
02:36
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The whole sea feels small
For my essence to drown
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Nailscratched
05:22
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Nailscratched walls
Made with flesh
All around me
So tall I cannot
Reach for no
Sight of a ceiling
Digging for a way out
Some way out
No way out
But the flesh is my own
A sore left open for ages
As thick as a spiderweb
Altering my perceptions
Will I find the dare to look beyond it
And find reality?
I'm only searching for another reason not to bleed again
Waiting for another season to reach for a higher peak of pain
Running from another prison I've built up all by myself
Don't you find it charming how we all hate ourselves?
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Day of the Dances
01:43
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Entering the village
Everything looks quiet
Silence preceding the storm
This seems to be just an excuse to go furthermore
A lousy trick
A dirty game
The door is open wide and the dances start
Fires and explosions
Jackals and whores
Stars are like pearls thrown to pigs
Bows taken
And smiles given celebrate you as a martyr
Decorating the king's latrine
Fear not, come dancing
And let yourself lull
Hold my hand everyone's laughing
This is the day of the dances
The day has come this is the day of the king
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This is where it all begins
When a closer look gives less details
Punishment comes when you run away from it
And feel this filthy plan
I'm not made of iron but my my thoughts keep on rusting me
Won't this stop?
I'm not made out of the flesh of God
Don't know what is wrong with this
Don't know what is wrong with this plan
Why?
How far can I pull the strings?
Why?
When will I obtain my reward for I'm working for nothing
Surprised? At all!
Offerings given to a king who will never exist at all
Nothing
Offerings given to a king who will never exist
Play dead
That's what men do
A choice they take once they grow
Do we still have that or is it written?
Play dead that's what men do
Is it written?
Life becomes such once
You know what to do with it
But is it really worth it?
Play dead
That's what men do
A choice they take once they grow
Do we still have that or is it written?
Too weak to dispose of he who
Really deserves it
Loom drawn by something believing
We are too many
Spoiling its creation
Is it written?
We're all going down one step at a time
Is it written?
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Diario
09:55
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Riuscite a sentirlo?
D'altronde come ignorarlo...
Assordante cigolio
Sughero mercurio e granito mutano avviluppandosi
Ogni passo è una polifonia di grida
Ogni movimento una polverosa estroflessione di protuberanze
Cosa sono diventato?
Un conclave di gangli, ecco cosa
Eppure pensavo che tutta questa inclusività potesse giovarmi
L'insolita opportunità di assorbire ogni cosa
Mondo minerale e mondo vegetale
Organismi pluricellulari fusi sotto un carapace di ossidiana
Vorace come un'onda tutto ho divorato
Facendolo mio
Simbolo di eterogeneità assoluta
Riuscite a sentirlo?
No, non potete ignorarlo
Clangore di mille fauci che avidamente frantumano e ingollano
Ogni passo una polifonia di grida
Ogni movimento una dolorosa collezione di gemiti
Cosa sono diventato?
Non mi riconosco più
Ho schiacciato ogni cosa ma di ognuna io ne sento il peso
Ho ingoiato tutto ma è lui che mi sta digerendo
Ora vago senza posa
Cado giù, giù nell'ostinato e goffo
Tentativo di conservare
Una forma, un profilo, un contorno, dei limiti
La complessità della forma confonde la semplicità della sostanza
Prima o poi tutto al suo posto
Eccetto me
Ho schiacciato ogni cosa ma di ognuna io ne sento il peso
Resto... Sospeso...
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Juggernaut Rome, Italy
Threatening music, harmonies of disappointment.
New album NEUROTEQUE out October 11th on Subsound Records!
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