Move your body to the rhythm of passion Let senses overwhelm ratio Don't ask anything to yourself Don't waste this moment The echo of weeping is armored
Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's wisdom It's said you came when the weary sky was sinking into its eternal sleep And that only your cry would
Imploring visage An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity I will quench your eyelids forever
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky Snatch darkness from these hours devoid of evening and morning devoid of stars and funereal lightnings
Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath, perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops, his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent
Splitting of median entity Practice of doubt I look for the truth in the silent shine of your eyes Speaking with the forces of the air Good vibrations
Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable commerce scrawled in Etruscan language Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs People of the black market of the
Celebrate and praise the dead spirit Bury your hopes with him Nobody and nothing can rejoice me except the world of pretence. The god doesn't deserve
Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder and the flashes of reason If something must still happen, it shall happen following the rules of anti
Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence The eternal silence leads to oblivion. I am contradiction, the
My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain My bed is made of small fresh leaves,
[Blondie cover] Call on me, oh call up, baby. Call on me, oh call. Call on me oh call up, darling. I know who you are. Come up off your calling chart
battere il tamburo voi avevate voci potenti adatte per il vaffanculo La domenica delle salme gli addetti alla nostalgia accompagnarono tra i flauti il cadavere
Like I said, I'm ready to go Ease my pain desire Last night I begged to god Light my heart to fire Let me pour some taste down See my last silent pain
Der letzte Schlaf, er war sehr tief. Etwas geschah, wahrend ich schlief. Kalte Fliesen, Modergeruch - auf meinem Korper ein Leichentuch. Etwas Schlimmes
Non fiction don't believe me that chances I have to take betrayal at its best is always second guessed Try I am healing the pressure so give me a reason
Ah no what's wrong with me, I got no vision see. I was the target of a notion of submission see. Oh yeah they needed me, I was the target see. They tried