WE ARE ALONE
Descending from a silent sky death comes to take me away, I cant
face the pain
Silence is the answer to my questions, silence is the answer to
my preaches, silence is the only answer
Jesus Christ asks me to pray, I know his face, his pitiful
eyes... A begging crowd, a deaf divinity, brothel and soul,
heaven and God
Silence is the answer to my questions, will it be the victory of
coffins?
What is faith? The greatest grief, as loving in the dark and
nobody answers to your cries. Who takes care of this creature?
Angels, Satan, God, or just the void?
Silence is the answer to my questions, will it be the victory of
coffins?
We must learn to be strong, to cry, to dialogue with the
nothingness, no one listens to our madding chant, we are alone...
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TO BE DEAD
You sigh, walking those raining streets, looking for a nook to
sleep... You would like to be dead some two days, maybe a whole
year...
You followed that dogs trail, his eyes looked at you brief,
uninterested, with no intensity, where was the mercy?
Silence seems to be my oxigen, even I avoid my monologues...
Every day and every hour life seems to have no other wish than to
push me hard to my death, to my hole naming the sorrows Ive
seen...
Maybe I deny love and hope and the life itself as something
strange!
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BECOME YOUR OWN GOD
Welcome to the brothel of souls...
Yesterday we were executed by the justice of men and now our
souls knock at Gods door and it opens, hes on the
floor ignoring what he has done! Ignoring what he has done!
His eyes reveal us a disturbing truth, no compensation for our
pain dont sing, dont pray, dont blaspheme, the
drunk Gods sleep is too deep, do you know what you have
done? Do you know what you have done?
We, your work? You, our father?
Let us hear your displeasure or are you proud, conceited ghost?
Its so relieving to hate a father to become our own gods!
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FLOWERS AND DOGS PISSES
I will laugh with no sense, vulgarly, I dont want to be
responsible for anything
A sad conclusion for a licentious life, he also was an ethical
man
A child, a dog, a madman, all they smile, I am forced to imitate
their mimetism
Desperate for getting their indifference,hes the loser in
the reign of weak
Drug with life, full of uselessness but advancing firm and stupid
to its absurdity: The tragicomical obtainment of nothingness
Come and see my grave, there is nothing after death, just flowers
and dogs pisses!
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AMBIGUOUS HUMAN NATURE
Be honest, so be selfish you need the others love, to feel
yourself caressed for their minds, to fill brains time
I am the only important thing, I love to be loved. Its so
easy to be a slave and so hard a free man
It so easy to be a slave, Its so hard to be a free
man
The misanthrope enjoys his solitude, you are not like him. Lie,
blackmail, love and friendship, ambiguous words are they
Beautiful is the selfish act, just and worthy of praise. Man,
your nature cries "Im the only one", You shine
among the living
Trust me
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BY GRAVEDIGGERS MEANS
Barren countryside and leafless trees, the darkness deepens
now... I know I have lived all these years by gravediggers
means
Empty of life the tombs are, must be filled with our souls,
stumbling and maintaining an useless equilibrium among the holes
until we fall, we fall in one, the Lord hastens to cast the
ground, and he, we smile comfortable in our coffin-jail created
to control the rebelliousness of our dead flesh!
God of dogs, must love me, are you free?
Our dead flesh cant no longer hear the absent crying of
starlings, not even smell the blasphemy of my soul nauseated that
finally God be who decides for us, surrounded by ewes I die.
Dying in front of a bovines stupid look, confusing my souls
cry with a bleat
May I ask why? may I ask why?
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MEANNESS PRAISE
I fly through the sky with furious hate smelling your abscence
(My word is love and my breath is life) God of weak, of
mediocrity, meanness praise
Lord of shadows...with the end of my soul you will die
Laugh at my doubts, shit on my tears, Im pathetic, yes, Im
just a man (I love the things that I have created) Im the
bullet that will heal your sin, Ive killed you once an Ill
do again!
You did not write the story of this fuckin world, you sign
your lies under a pen name!
You are unfair, you are illogical, you are the fuckin void
(I am the one who cares about you, man I am the one who cares
about you, man I love the things that I have created)
No sin, no hope, no smiles, no tears, no God! No sin, no hope, no
smiles, no tears, no God!
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METAPHYSICAL STAR
I am the maker, omniscient, omnipresent, fed with anguish, fear
and pain.Look for answer? I am the answer
Are you a servile man? are you tired? Ill embellish you,
your weakness will become virtue... Be a martyr, a metaphysical
star
Don run away from love that needs your tears to grow and
grow, dont escape, dont think, all your flesh and
soul belongs to God
Metaphysical star, metaphysical star
A panic-game requires you take your role, did you say the price Ill
pay? from your grave youll hear the bell
Sorrow, mercy, romantical and so tragical... Father, hear me, I
am your son, with you very soon...
Crucified, you won our love, rebel soul, you died young, like a
dog. Pain makes us much better
The best liar is the one who believes his own lies...
Metaphysical star, metaphysical star
The best liar is the one who believes his own lies...
Metaphysical star, this is the power of faith!
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