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Outro
01:40
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2. |
Oneironaut
03:19
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Every time I dream about you
we are crossing a bridge
and from an hole into the step
I see you falling down...
since I'm awake I don't know
if you're dead or you are fne,
I have been wondering
if I would cry at your funeral...
I'd like to call you,
but I don't know what I could say.
So I'll drive in the night through your hometown
I'll crash my head at every corner in which I thought I've seen you
a shadow plays hide and seek
a shadow plays hide and seek
a shadow plays...
I'm sick to search for myself into someone else
carrying along the weight of all the wasted time,
I can feel it on my skin,
every time I imagine your life...
I'm sick,
I'm sick to search for myself into a stranger.
I swear, l'll regret every gesture I've left undone
I wanted us to get old together...
but now it's too late,
yeah now it's too fucking late.
I only wish you could hear me once again
I wish you could hear:
“I'll bury you under the debris of the temple I've build for you”.
If i could shape my life as I desire
I'm afraid I would just turn it into a delusion,
nothing but a crown of thorns.
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3. |
Relic
04:05
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I've been trying to ft
into the corners of my body in decay
from where I can only see your face
turning into pain...
the shade of us is fading through the distances
even if I keep it tight.
The sundown brightens what's left of me
Hidden, I'm waiting the ghost of our last kiss.
Dig deep into my fesh
as if I were a gold mine
you'll fnd preserved
the relic of our young affection.
Take my heart and place it inside a statue
I'd be the martyr to worship
for faithless pilgrims
and hopeless lovers.
I'm shaping crosses with olive tree branches
to keep away the storms,
I'm preying so hard
the Lord and all the Saints I know
even the God of sun
someone give me a sign!
I'm preying so hard
but to have you back
I'm ready to sell my soul
to the demons of the night.
I grab on not to fall
to the rough paper of your letters
cause in all my nightmares
I see you cut in pieces.
I'll hold my breathe until
I'll hear your step on the staircase.
When you ll be back I'll wear my best dress,
the one with red fowers.
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4. |
End Of The Youth
01:50
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I'll see blinding lights fading
on everything I've ever loved
or I believed I cared.
Every fber, every fragment soaked with blood
slowly will dry into ash.
Since my twenties the only joy I know
has the sour taste of memories.
Every choice made feels like a loss,
the time bites harder I keep feeding it with waste
how am i supposed to grow old?
The more I retrace my steps
the more I feel I'm just a walking skeleton,
dragging around frail bones heavier than yesterday.
I still dream my teeth falling into my hands,
I still remember every noise of the shutting doors
of all the houses in which I've lived...
I used to lay out a velvet rug waiting for you to walk in
if I'd forget the hopes, now tell me what'd remain?
I'll see blinding lights fading on everything I've loved,
Every fragment soaked with blood will dry into ash.
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5. |
Not Enough
01:35
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With broken arms I embrace the loss of grounds.
My desires are the sharpest knives,
I'm only able to harm the ones I love the most.
All the passions, the emotions,
not enough, not enough...
My biggest talent is to ruin the things I crave.
I measure my time in "days since I lost you".
I never meant to let you down, but I must confess:
this pain sometimes is my secret pleasure
that grows slowly every time I fail.
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6. |
Rib Cage
03:39
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One pound of fesh no more no less,
a payback for the time that I've been wasting
and that will never come back.
I woke up today, and the half of my years has gone,
playing blood sports with the man that I want to be...
and I wish I would have been there by your side
when you felt lost in your own house,
when you told me that the rooms seemed different
and the corridors were labyrinths.
My arms are blades,
they cut in pieces everything I try to hold tight to me.
My hugs crushed your rib cage,
my soft kisses made your lips bleeding.
The past decomposes on me
so please, peel off the rust from my skin.
And pick those memories out off me like sticky pearls
Buried keepsakes in broken shells
inside my chest.
Brother, this might be the last time
that we see the mulberry tree blooming.
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7. |
Solstices
02:01
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Trapped in the ritual of solipsism,
the misery leaks from the walls
stains and molds our eyes.
We've been for a long time
the prophets of the distances' cult.
We barely know where we are
with the smoke of the pyres we've darken the sky,
like a solar eclipse, as we decompose.
Misleaded by our own myth,
we lay in the shade of the hills,
will-o-the wisp in the night
as we decompose.
When the scars align they glow,
our wrinkles become calligraphy
and form a manuscript.
That's the legacy of our deepest secrets
since the day we've raised
an empty cathedral made of sand,
waiting for the tide.
Let's decorate this void
let's play pretend
so we can ignore that
we've never been anywhere.
Illuminated by the funeral piles
we cast a shadow much bigger than us.
In its darkness we can hide from ourselves,
bending the knees to the solstices' lights
at the burial of the sun,
the harvest of the ash.
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Most of the time I feel nothing,
it's like this body does not belong to me.
It doesn't fit wherever I go,
I should just throw it away,
toss it in a ditch or abandon it
at the first service station on the highway.
Moved away by the echo of my own voice,
when I come back home I'm a foreigner.
Each time feels more and more like dying inside
but I still claim that somewhere else,
there must be someone who is waiting for me.
This house seems unfamiliar
despite I've been here for a while.
I wake up late at night
at the margin of the bed.
I see the ceiling melting down
unknown shadows on the walls...
Nowhere, I haven't found a place yet
in which I don't fucking hate myself.
Nowhere, what attracts me seems like
a kind of love based on conflicts.
The weight of the world is pushing me down
like has always done.
I hold still while I get displaced,
watching the edge colliding with the core.
I can see the days ahead,
I can sense the tentacles in my throat,
a razor into my spine every time I lay down,
watching the edge colliding with the core.
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9. |
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I close down the blinds when the darkness unfolds
to shut off my refection.
If I would die here tonight
How long my body would lie
before someone would even notice the smell?
No matter how hard I try,
I'll never see you again,
Cause everything I want to leave behind
is just a brighter wound.
“Have you ever wonder
which photograph d'you chose for your own grave”?
I only wanna be a ghost, I wanna haunt your house
this time I'll make sure that your words'd pass through me
without smashing all my fucking bones.
Go back to sleep.
You're gonna fnd me under the blankets
and I'll make them weight like stones.
I'll be under the stairs when you miss a step.
I'll be waiting here, when you are back home,
cause at the end I owe you an apology:
I'm sorry if I've failed you again
but there are things that I can't defeat.
I'm sorry if I've failed you again
but there are things that I can't defeat,
So I'll become the ghost that I've always feared.
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10. |
Cratere
03:41
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Giorni illuminati dalla fioca luce dei roghi sulle colline.
Funerali di rovi, tra le ceneri, restano le spine.
Incespicando, cerco un rifugio nei silenzi dei cimiteri,
nella penombra del sottobosco
tra i resti degli animali morti...
Vista dall'alto questa periferia
sembra un circuito rotto.
Una lama di luce taglia l'aria intrisa dall'odore di liquame,
brilla sulle ossa dei defunti e lascia intravedere
un minuto dorato che trascenda il tormento degli organi,
mentre la pelle lentamente cede alla sera,
rivelando nuove costellazioni di ferite...
Ed io mi sento come
le ragnatele agli angoli della mia stanza
raccolgo polvere
densa, annerisce ogni istante.
Ombre di fuliggine si innalzano al crepuscolo
e sussurrano una preghiera:
“scenda la pioggia incessante
che trasformi questo cratere in un lago
profondo e imperscrutabile
profondo, imperscrutabile”.
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