questa e' dedicata a Paul Tired PREMATURE BURIAL This catacomb compels me Corroding and inert It weights and tries to pull me Must I resist or re-assert? The unchanged and the unchangeable oooh Doing the zombierama ooooh Singing Oh come and be like me ooooh We're all sisters and brothers Ejected to this state of being Don't bury me with this I'm in a state of catalepsy Can I really exist? Clawing from the inside ooohh Drowning in your chant oooooh Thoughts come flooding through me oooooh Despairing unity oooooh The unchanged and the unchangeable oooooh Doing the zombierama ooooooh Singing Oh come and be like me oooooooh We're all sisters and brothers lalalalalalallala lalalalalalallala la Red and white carnations oooooh Can't intoxicate my brain brain ooooooh This blissful suffocation ooooooh It is driving me to pain pain ooooooh Oh what a bloody shame shame The unchanged and the unchangeable ooooooh Doing the zombierama ooooooh Singing Oh come and be like me ooooooh We're all sisters and brothers I'm not your sister Or your brother Don't bury me with this this I'm not your sister Or your brother Don't bury me with this this Join hands-join hands We're all sisters and brothers Sisters and brothers I don't relate to you You're no relation of mine lalalalalalallala lalalalalalallala la WAITING If only I could see the murder in every place and crack all the life which night brings away I wait for the blood I wait for the blood the silence of your eyes while your red lips stop I want to see the murder the flesh torn in two the knife in your head the rooms in black and blue I want to rip the guts from your body I want to feel your limbs around me Now I'm quiet Now I'm quiet I point the gun to me and crush any lives just now I feel the cold runs under my skin your scary body stained and noone never wins Death into the windows and close to the door all my frustrations in the blood on the floor open your head your brain full of worms eating any safety eating any word Profane and glad dance like a butterfly whiche turn out the breath in the last funereal flight LIQUID SENSATIONS DISPLAY The movement is free like the bat's wings confusion and synchronism the opposites are touching the praying brothers talk run after in the dark and stand under the moon and times go by too soon Souls bringing the shame to be born one day again the last chance before the leaving while the quietness is disappearing if only we could know the end of this sad show if only we could ear the sound of the ruin Just the time to fade away into the crystal dream the wind could call the fear to touch our sweet dreams the years torn in two in the house of disdain the smell of orgasm the throne shines again Rape the pleasures and eat the desires the taste dry and bitter of the passion which sleeps sweet vibrations stupid illusions give isolation to your strange sensations liquid sensations display we die underway the screen completely clean the bodies become steam IL GIARDINO VIOLETTO Presto sarà solo il silenzio sarà fermo lo spazio ed un freddo piacere farà il cuore di ghiaccio Il respiro è incostante ed il viso contratto una lama affilata per gli istanti perduti estasi e pace soltanto un secondo e veleno mortale per i candidi corpi L'esistenza è illusione nel giardino violetto funebre angoscia insaziabile buio e la pelle strappata l'incantato dolore asciuga il tuo sangue che la terra divora Dove il legno marcisce ed il marmo corona sotto l'umido suolo che il ritorno impedisce lì sarai tu nel giardino violetto sotto un palmo di ghiaia e le pallide statue E' la tomba dell'uomo paradiso del pianto dove disperazione è la cupa speranza Persefone osserva dall'alto del trono voluttuoso sorriso impalpabile vuoto e la vita scompare insensibili grida oltre i luoghi proibiti nel giardino violetto Resta solo l'odore nella notte inoltrata il macabro odore della sofferenza