01. I GET SOME BAD IDEAS IN MY HEAD (Instrumental)
Open your skin, i am inside. Your tumb-vagina is sucking my life. Chain in the cock, hook in the tongue. Two naked corpses are “making the love”. Free the mind from agony. Thousand pains to exorcize. I´m the devil, you are god. You are devil, i am god.
I rip out your skin with my love. You rip out my soul. Marking on the flesh a number, and this number is six, six, sex. Penis is a knife hacking your flesh. His poison-semen is drowning your fate. Stiches for wounds that you cannot heal. Love is venereal when solitude kills.
Put your ear over the ground, can you hear the silence?. It´s the sound of the blind worms. The real justice crushing every dear mother´s cell, every cell of father, every cell of the lost friends, every cell of god. All that is not given is lost. Lost inside the own grey. Now the ground is calling to me. I lost.
Two naked feet are walking on the cement where this old circus plays our home. The tongue is tasting all the sidewalks garbage. Looking for answers we went so far. All these street signs were changed on purpose, now we are driving completly lost. All these white arrows on the asphalt leads nowhere and we all know that nowhere is now here. The rain is falling and we go on drowning. Guns in the waist and pockets full of crime. Bitches are fucking with their wealthy husbands, women are suffering in cheap hotels.
Cement. Drown, drown, drown.
Listen the siren it´s your salvation while all the people dream their dreams. Listen the fear with our trained ears, we feel when someone is gonna die.
05. DIRTY NAKED DEAD
Isolate in your body-shaped desert. Grime is growing beneath the long fingernails. You are one of these deadmen without a wake. As a blindman in hell. All the things you denied rotting in your mouth, when you talk trivial things it smells in your breath. Feel the prick on the skin, sentenced to dislove. Can you tell me the sin?. Can you tell me now?.
I kill you. I feel you. I am you ´cos you´re as dead as me.
Sex and love, lie and truth are dissolved in blood. Devil´s making the job of a jesuschrist. Beg a turn to live but turns are all sold out; so you´re begging for a turn, just a turn to die. You are so full of death but you despair to live. Memory was erased but you can´t forget. Drink the poison you´ll find a new way to erase. Beg for your last will. Just do it now.
Sex´s the beautiful devil´s dance, the dirge everybody dance. Camaleons changing with the sunrise. Some excuses to justify this chemical mortal ride. Morning, make-up, deny the garbage. I dress like the voodoomen. Now i feel like the voodoomen. Soul blessed by the mother night, the ones who refuse the light, inhabitants of the darkest movies. Lies perceive in their costly tags. The truth is just a defect. Being unhuman is so human. If what you want is just luck destroy your mind and your soul, prepare a new ritual for your own death. Hide the dead is to live in this, in this cemetary of souls but i found your dead floating on my blood. Mother-night lullaby me. Change our minds or destroy me.
I feel pain beneath my rag skin ´cos i´m a zombie, i´m just a zombie without soul. I suffer the via crucis across the city of some messiah without soul. I drown in the crying of thousand moms. I drink the blood of thousand dead. Salvation through defecation of my invention, the key created without lock. My belly breeds cemetaries where all the babies are almost dead before birth. I´m draging my empty existence, looking for answers, a way, a reason to survive. Now i am, i am a creature created with clay, i drag painfully on the ground. I try to live but someone have no mercy. I try to die but someone have no mercy.
I try to live. I try to find. I try to breath. I try to die.
08. BABIES UNDER GROUND
Natal crying still hurts (the ears). Childhood´s beating made scars. Life bred in maternal tombs (bred fear). Lost discussions, whipping skin. The late answer always hurts (almost a lie). To give is a good way to keep (the love is chain), and the chain means future hate (the love is hate). Use the feelings like a knife, like a knife to stab the back. Taste the memories of youth (a bitter taste). Now “you can´t” is just a sound (disturbing noise). “You must not” is just a joke (a killing joke). Burn the blackboard of the mind. Now your god became a man (he´s just a man), and your mommy is just a girl (she´s just a girl). Their speech is imperative but they are the padlock of a paper door. Living a life of lie it´s like surrender to the monsters of teaching fears. This is the poison we drank from the mother´s hands and we learn from the father´s ignorance. The subconsciouness betrays now, your face is not what you wanna see.c´mon and see, c´mon and see, see the man puppet of his feelings.
01. BABIES UNDER GROUND
Natal crying still hurts. Childhood´s beating made scars. Life bred in maternal tombs. Lost discussions, whipping skin. The late answer always hurts (almost a lie). To give is a good way to keep (the love is chain), and the chain means future hate (the love is hate). Use the feelings like a knife, like a knife to stab the back. (like a knife to stab the back). Listen, won´t you listen.
Taste the memories of youth (a bitter taste). Now “you can´t” is just a sound. “You must not” is just a joke. Burn the blackboard of the mind. Now your god became a man (he´s just a man), and your mommy is just a girl (she´s just a girl). Their speech is imperative but they are the padlock of a paper door. (like a knife to stab the back). Listen, won´t you listen.
02. IF I DIE OR LIVE
I don´t care already why we are alive in hell. Put my name on the obituary ´cos i am dead, ´cos tonight i´ll sign a real pact that tie me up; now i think as all the souless ones i always hate.
Now i don´t belong to any kind of sacred place. I am so mundane that i don´t care about your life. If your feelings had been hurt by me i´ll turn the knife. If the world is dying it´s the same ´cos i don´t care. I don´t care.
I can´t feel my feet and my vision´s becoming stare. My last second here, this is my last saviour wish.
I believed that tasting with my tongue the liar´s lie, i could find another life to die that wasn´t mine; but i tried the bitter taste of this two dollars hell and i found new reasons for my death ´cos i betrayed...i betrayed.
I can´t take my shame; in the darkness lives the same man. If i die or live, can´t forget all what i have been...yes, i care.
Drown my mouth with some laws of a god that is unknown for me. Tridents on my tongue, the blood will wash the taste of my mistakes. Some repentences can´t be calm down with my own victim´s grace. Angels with black wings lead me tonight through my new calvary. Three nails to keep me on your cross. Forgiveness is beyond your lord. Ten sins to force the state of grace. I wonder. I wonder.
If you were here i could really believe. If your hand would´ve left the knife on the floor. If birds are singing on your gravestone, why am i here now that you turned to dust. Won´t you take my hand and pull me out ?.
Inside, inside there´s no more signs of life. Inside, inside the smile is just a lie. Now day by day we watch the vultures eat these meagre meat, these eyes that cannot see. The man wakes up this morning, waiting for his resurrection.
Inside, inside a serial killer waits. Inside, inside the flesh is getting burnt. Inside, this time, stiches are getting weak. Inside, inside the rot rules on the pure. The man debates like an insect in a pin, waiting for redemption. Inside.
We feel inside the worms consume the church. Deceits are shovels full of city ground. The mind is a knot impossible to untie. Inside.
The mind became my new harmful friend. This crime is just another common sin. I´m just a pledge of my own device. A love declared, the mind against the soul.
I feel like a champion without his crown. First night of a champion without his crown.
Scarecrow under brutal suns. The cells wish what neurons have denied. A riddle thrown into my blood marsh. How many more times i´ll die before to live.
I feel like a champion without his crown. First night of a champion without his crown.
My dead body is a cross really hard to endure. Every feeling broken by my severe mind. I am drowning in my flesh with a shady smile. How many more times i´ll die before to live.
06. LOVE/HATE SONG
I wish you all my fears. I wish you all my pain. I wish you my regret. I wish you my own life. I wish you your disdain. I wish you all your fake. I wish you my despair. I wish you every day. I cannot deny it. I wrote this love/hate song. This bottle i have thrown to the darkest & deepest sea, a place inside of me. (I hope you cannot find it).
Have any of you felt such desperation, the one you cannot hide?. Wet asphalt, no phone, no friends, alone and dirty at 4 a.m. The screams die against the closed doors, closed by the ignorants, the ones who are afraid of the rats and feed the rats at the same time.
Lonely streets, without a hope at the sight. No. Last one was step on the gas. Now it´s so far away from this city, i cannot hear its noisy breath. Life is the rear lights of that car that´s going far away and we all know who is driving the hearse that´s getting closer from behind.
09. THE DEFECTIVE DEVICE OF GOD
I am the bleeding on your future salvation. I am the ultimate defective device of god.
I was made from your flesh and your anger. Come to me now. I am the motive of your dead generation. I am desire, i´m the hunger, i love your tears. I am the hell where you belong, i´m your saviour. Come to me now. Come to me right now.
A neon crown on the ragged man´s head. The king of all this human misery is back on earth, preaching words from an unwritten bible. Come to me now. Come to me right now. I am the saint who doesn´t need your devotion. I am the ultimate defective device of god. I´ll eat your flesh and your cadaverous flavor. Come to me. Come to me right now.
Sex´s the beautiful devil´s dance, the dirge everybody dance. Chamaleons changing with the sunrise. Some excuses to justify this chemical mortal ride. Morning, make-up, deny the garbage. My blood stained can´t stop to drain. My rag-skin was made for pain. Every hidden scar is mine. I feel like a voodooman. Now i feel like a voodooman. Soul blessed by the mother night, the ones who refuse the light, inhabitants of the darkest movies. Lies persive in their costly tags. The truth is just a defect. Being unhuman is so human. My blood stained can´t stop to drain. My rag-skin was made for pain. Every hidden scar is mine. I feel like voodooman. Now i feel like a voodooman.
Mother-night lullaby me. Change our minds or destroy me.