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lovlovlov

by putiferio

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1.
see this human-shaped cocoon thousand miles of black silk spinning 'round a larval core of nothing echoing a deaf song rattling as in a dead throat do you really call it living? begging at every corner? screaming with a soundtrack of cry cry cry cry the buzz of flies suggesting: “knock off! cut off!!” but neither when knife armed he can make the cut cutting faces as with tumors rub out feelings as with errors cutting faces as with tumors rub out feelings as with bad mistakes but how can we do when he himself's the mistake when he's the dumbest jerk of 'em all a pointless muncher of chances ain't it like betting on a dead horse? except he's not dead yet he's like an insect that eats its own wings but he can't chew 'cause its essence is pure sparkling void void void cut my body in halves and look at my wounded parts count my age from excisions and know me from what is not the panic got callous the passions all torn away consumed by my hunger I’ve told you that hate ate ate
2.
fingers scraping on a frozen glass drawing creatures, horns and tails beaks and sharp teeth insulting gods raising hatred, haunted by a spell in the act of speaking out themselves emerging from the ice, deserving holocaust skin is getting tight and tighter unveiling all the organs flowing ‘neath a deformed shroud what he'll ever be is spoken by this weird shape by his shifted bones, by his crooked neck, by the whispered wish that this helpless monster could be torn away flush it down the drain! praying hands merging into a sharp nail touching him through scratches, scratches, scratches something so obscene can be planned by nature only by mistake flush it down the drain! in a shouted need that this helpless monster could be torn away flush it down the drain! consider him a separate being consider him an useless being ain’t it amazing? an amazing disgrace!
3.
hopileptic! 08:10
one of these too many mornings, transfixed by the sun spears, choking up, the splinters swallowed through the night that's just passed I'll try to find some shelter in the folds of your pink jumper on the white checks of your dress, disguising, as if something... as if something could have changed by borrowing your face see, I hang on threads as weak as your nerves before the fits while you reassure me that we all kinda tremble, never able to walk straight so I seize the seizures and cry for crises, ‘cause they're the only things that lend an helping hand hey, I've got this disease that always comes and goes the arms that bloom of bloodstreams the chest is spotted blue and it keeps on getting worse hey, please tell me that this shaking one day is gonna stop by smashing hard the head, by biting out my tongue, until I'm fully dumb masked to be like you it's like I really have something masked to be like you it's like I really am something
4.
my swinging back and forth paints all the shadows, hidden, a criminal passive dangling oh God, this won’t be changing don't cauterize the leaking vein and let my blackened blood spread with the disease that consumes me the chin is up I'm standing tall about six feet from ground enjoying the best part in hanging and hear the idiot spinning while lost in rows of brown houses I needed something to cling on to please my wrong choice's habit just leaning out for new hope the eyes blend air and stone while all those people sleeping floor by floor by floor goes the haunting a human luck my heavy bones oblige to keep my head low and help me facing the asphalt and on my book on chapter eight I see the vowels fall a mass suicide that won’t affect the sense I’ve tried hard but still can see ‘em still see the headless chicken that kicks and throws for the dancing still takes the guts of a coward to keep on painting the ending on and on and on
5.
now that everything seems to be forgotten please laugh about it and question no more the reason of embraces frozen as death and of your wandering around the same rocks your beaten leg shaking, the body drops dead canceling the moment and praising the dark of a light shining clearer from the most blacken wood of the spot of your drowning into water again that month you've spent humming a beautiful song about a guy, Michael, who’s dead, gone or lost ‘t was marking the start of an unfinished truce with none of us dreaming of freedom or rest but now the knife has become my shrink I’ve got an easy way to confess now the knife, it is my shrink I’ve got a clever way to choke it all out how comforting to think it's the last time I'm exposing this to your eyes and laughters don't mention breed it's not on my grammar I've got a phD in the art of excision there is a treasure at the end of my rusty sharp rainbow it flows ‘tween red streams and feeds all my hopes for a quick job, for a zippy way out for a keen tool, which can cut me out just a quick job, just a zippy way out a keen tool, please, cut me out 5 years to let the tree grow 5 months and the tree top will fall 5 years to watch its crooked growth and after 5 sad months the tree top'll be torn and chopped off
6.
is it worth to explain the stuff I’m babblin’ 'bout, babblin' 'bout I scream for more orphans, mate and for more families crying just slipping in the usual stream where all I touch is just poisoning the woods and trees are breeding the worms that slither right through me to fill me with billions of bellyaches the knees are wounded and hurting ask for more beating, mate I'll go with gravely sighing choke on your words 'cause no thing you wanna mean arrest the heart if you don't wanna feel but if you want and try hard to disappear let's try this cheap trick, go and blind everyone blind everyone blind everyone stab 'em in the eyes, stab 'em in the eyes hold firm your fountain pen, writer and butcher their foreheads I'll disembowel my body to find my pitch-black mark it gnaws and grows right through me, you see how sick is sick is sick I'll watch and see the chambers of my crippled heart I'll try to hear its pumping instead I can just hear the sound of cracks that are spreading wider pulling strings that made your muscles loose reach the knife and tear apart that shameless bit that you have came up to the euphony of the swinging spheres are voices reviling since I just stepped in so I'm what you read in crimson ink a fountain upchucking the woes of a kid and how come’s that when I'm seeing red it looks like blooming petals of love?
7.
hooow comes things I touch grow these sharp thorns? how comes words scrape me as porcelain splinters? [ISN'T IT TIME TO CUT IT YOU ZERO-HERO?] a bush of roses growing in the stomach [WEREN'T YOU VOID, YOU NOUGHT NOUGHT NOUGHT?] more pieces I put together, the more the pain kills me fingertips are bleeding on a glue that smells of loss that makes the stomach turn, the head goes nod’, nod’, nod’ each thing I build is just destroying another tearing apart the dress I've put on and there I lay just keep on staring my eyebulbs swelling for the light I stuff into waiting for the water that once fell from your lips make it work out as rain in the desert i'm bound to bless my trhrilling skin, christen my tongue the weapon I've been facing and praying ever since I've been kissed by failure a flirt I've been weaving and now in her arms my voice keep on swaying as all I remember like all of my wishes on how this could be I've been kicked on the lips and how could this be the only emotion that I have felt in years? I'm hiding the face beneath bleeding hands and prepared for the next one
8.
this last summer, when everything seemed to conspire against me, the hot air kinda strangled me, choking spits on my dreams I was finally facing the truth ‘bout my being out of place just seeking from some cold, like a three week corpse I was looking for a way to erase my memories a hidden button you can squeeze hard with your fingers or a bullet, or a xanax canteen my heart did stop and go, ready to be evil and lost at last but you, you know, behind your black glasses you cannot ever be or even try to caress the dream no ship sail no blackmails no coffin sealed, oh your “day by day” so drop again those heavy stones if you're not gonna throw 'em and use them just build your family house your thunder mainly rhymes with hiding no way to shake those valleys or ride like fury until the flames eat out everything paint your face like death 'cause that's the closest similar of you and your damn paralytic hands can't you see the shame of being just placing small bombs inside your head instead of fucking blow it? so drop again those stones you're never gonna throw 'em and use them just build your marble tomb your lightning barely lights me up me and my perpetual dusk where shadows mainly point at some way out paint your face like corpse 'cause that's the closest similar of you and your silent beating heart can't you see the shame of being just placing small bombs inside your head instead of fucking blow it? I've burnt all of my sanctum I've inverted all my crossed-heart vows I've been dead-threaten by myself I think I can deserve a True More Evil Black Medal I've stabbed the neck of my best friends choose death and frost as new ones I've screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed I think I can deserve it pin my chest and reach the heart

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Recorded and mixed by Giulio Ragno Favero and Andrea Cajelli at La Sauna Recording Studio in Varese

in this album:
luca: drums
panda: voice
mirco: guitar
jan: guitar

Released by Robotradio Records and MacinaDischi

robotradiorecords.wordpress.com

www.macinadischi.altervista.org

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released April 21, 2012

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