voices out there…

raw claws sleep in the sand
through the magic of wars
hidden holes in the skin
speak with words of your own

voices out there…

exhale your next word
as if it's the last one

raw claws sleep in the sand
through the magic of wars
hidden holes in the skin
speak with words of your own

voices out there…

dub_M: 6 string bass, lead vocals

walking through the rain around the province
[soft landing on a sponge hell]
the shyness of drops on concrete
that hesitate to blend their aroma
with my exacting smoke gasp
the perfect liar is performing
a sibilant concert in my ears
[as the buttons draw the track]
the radio waves as a marsupial careful mother
eject their sound brood
in the couch bottoms sink down
[the ups and downs of my sight]

vapid eyes are conveyers of lies
in their pennon there's no effigy of sorrow
when the nightfall betrays your home
and the show begins to penetrate
the mask they've chosen for you
venomous fingers are conveyers of channels
venomous fingers push the untruly convictions
when the nightfall penetrates your home
your venomous fingers pray for an encore

red alert, watch the TV light
red alert, break the TV blight…

too many inches of exaggeration
release the ballast and keep runnin'
release the ballast and keep runnin'
release the ballast and keep runnin'

now you can show us the best tears
one size fits all
one size fits all
one size fits all
hands about vice chase the apologies
it's your fault that I smell
it's your fault that I smell
it's your fault that I smell

another sunrise witnessing my verses

hands about vice chase the apologies
it's your fuck that I smell
it's your fuck that I smell
it's your fault that I smell
black glasses mirror other's black
my skin can't forget…
my skin can't forget…
my skin can't forget…

another sunrise witnessing my verses
eroding thru the most normal white light…

now you can show us the best tears
one size fits all
one size fits all
one size fits all
hands about vice chase the apologies
it's your fuck that I smell
it's your fuck that I smell

black glasses mirror other's black
my skin can't forget…

dub_M: lead vocals

dig another hole in the reality ground
walk upon the road between those huge mounds
you will find a crack opening a wall
record it in the list of what you didn't know
all the words wasted trying to use our plain life
all the signs and ciphers that will never match come down…

myriads of silent unknown verities
hidden in the uncertainty of centuries
we feel so gods every time the things seem to bow
but we are so dead for every unexpected pulse
for every aluminium can placed at the bottom of an alley
for every curve a weak leaf traces in the air come down…

dub_M: 6 string bass

ending guitar solo by Marco "mholok" Raccichini

halte wach den Hass
halte wach den Hass
halte wach den Hass

halte wach den Hass
Ein Amen in Verfaultem...

der Heilige, der Heilige...
Huren
halte mich, der neue Christ
Aas mit tausend Zungen
vier Tuben mit einem langen Messer
ein Phosphor
Kasernen und das Warenhaus
halte wach den Hass...

make me enter your maze
filled by putre-fashion

dub_M: 6 string bass, lead vocals,
keyboards and additional programmings

not for collections of perfume phials
we're making great strides
but with a disrespectful thud
we walk the road to 'nothing's right'

we're not going far
we're not living for something clear
we're walking our road to wherever but home

dub_M: electric guitar, 6 string bass
and additional programmings

in convalescent black
magnets 'round my autumn tracks

I am here only to endure
and tarnish our photograph

run through these passageways
run away to kill routine
if slaying faint appetites
makes me to despise my eyes
run away to kill routine
run away to kill routine

I am here only to endure
and tarnish our photograph

behold the ruins of reason
when everything seems to break
the lovely occupation we fret for

dub_M: 6 string bass

undecided in mid-air I re-arrange my will
before this entrance so unhandled
shall you come towards my silicon arms

to rest is a need you won't encourage
the pest is behind your trembling shoulder…

taste my efforts

the twitching lightings of nightly cafés
predict a good sleep to my feet
before a naked bed with a hostage in my hands
I paint your blank canvas with red
fragments of nails buried in the back
trace the sweet path of libido
mocking the veils fallen on the floor
left to have fun with the dust

to rest is a need you won't encourage
the pest is behind your trembling shoulder…

dub_M: electric guitar, lead vocals

now that we are lost by a disease

the race in the lanes
nail factories and sirens as nightmares they shout
the scent of sand even into the clothes

dub_M: 6 string bass and additional programmings

it finds shelter in you the density of our steps
under a crumbling roof of earthy webs in hands
the twisted ride of a river
guides our eyes to go back home
uncertain path tonight, uncertain sleep
fulfilment is afar - fulfilment is afar

tell me where's life

our sleepy fingers type
the name of what's unheard
they speak what is unseen
see what has never been

show me what ends

the light inside the windows
it blackens who's around
animated shadows devour our lethal bound

today I found my way to discover what I need
I'm feeding on the rovers I meet throughout the trail
fires indicate the entrance
my home is warm for dying
the prey is always nearer
a gash is not a crime
beyond the road there's never a light to guide your hands
sometimes the knives betray them
to speak the words of shame

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
and kept my mind from wandering where it will go

and it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
see the people standing there who disagree and never win
and wonder why they don't get in my door

I'm taking the time for a number of things
that weren't important yesterday and I still go

and it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right where I belong
I'm right where I belong
silly people run around, they worry me
and never ask me why they don't get pass my door

your heart seems to hide in the shade
in an obscene circuit of hypnosis
I have thrown all the hosannas away
standing before the altars of beforehand fortune
I'm going homeward
I hope I'll be there in time
to see your face once again
but I can't defend your hands
from the ice that's creeping
I'm trapped there too
and I don't know how we should speak again

all the words, all the scents out there
and the notes collected as headaches
they seem to suggest a way

now it's time for us to pay
now it's time for us to pay…