1. |
Intro
01:44
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2. |
Dead Womb
03:58
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If time doesn’t stop
And the water from the rivers
Doesn’t go back to the source
Everything goes down vertically
A world match on the ground
An immense collective fall
Resentment from the past?
Or dread of the future?
Chains keep us anchored to our umbilical cord
Womb
Tender womb
Murky womb
Go back to the mother
Go back to death
To the primordial placenta
And to all instincts
Which we suffocate and sublimate in vain
Flood me with warm breath and soft comforts
Do I have hope in sanity or in oblivion?
Which we suffocate and sublimate in vain
Which we suffocate and sublimate in vain
Womb
Tender womb
Murky womb
Go back to the mother
Go back to death
If I could
If i could squirm backwards
Perforate the amniotic fluid
And crawl into the past
Towards the door of the enclosure
I’d settle for my instincts
I’d treasure some comforts
Would I then have hope in sanity or in oblivion?
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3. |
Burnt
03:39
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Dissociation
I thought I’d lose it all
The head flies terribly
My wrists are numb
Where the reason is
Falls the memory
I aimed to elevate
my nasty thought
I feel dissociated all the time
I feel dissociated all the time
Too high for lust
So fuck our gods
The monster’s claws
Stole my reborn
Then the shadow
Of a naked tree
Brought me back to planet earth
To planet earth
I feel dissociated all the time
I feel dissociated all the time
My wrists are numb
I aimed to elevate
my nasty thought
Too high for lust
I feel dissociated all the time
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4. |
Aesthetic Drama
03:30
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I fly over a desert storm
You lie on a bed of whores
I still think of you but I want to disappear
Into the shadows of the day’s end
No more secrets, your memory kills me
Our garden withers if I look at it
I miss your hands, I miss my perversions
You’re dead
That’s why I killed you last night
To scratch the stones and the weight of these feelings
That’s why I killed you last night
To awaken my slumbering heart
I stole the keys to your house
I spied on you sleeping peacefully
I killed my love with poison
I watched it descending into your throat
And suddenly you opened your eyes
And suddenly I stole it from you
That’s why I killed you last night
To scratch the stones and the weight of these feelings
That’s why I killed you last night
To awaken my slumbering heart
I’m done
I’m done
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5. |
Polina, Suffer!
03:37
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The tenderness
Towards him
During her crisis
Grew up
And her desire became more violent
Don't believe in God
If you emulate God's mark
You will behave
Like a big sinner
Knife, you devour me
Goodness
You make me see crosses
The agony
didn't leave her
The extraordinary
passion
Showed itself wildly
Like the blood in her veins
Pray with bones and skulls
Around me
Obscura et fetida
Polina was naked
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6. |
Obscura et Foetida
04:05
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This is for you
My love
I sing it from your grave
There is no signal
I can't hear you
I don't feel the beat
I only have soil in my mouth
And now I lost hope
I leave you
This worlds of despair
This is from your grave, my love
There are only your bones
Maybe I better go
It's true
I won't sleep
A future of ashes awaits us
A future of ashes awaits us
We will leave our bodies forever
This is from your grave, my love
This is from your grave, my love
Please, let me out
Please, let me out
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7. |
Plastic Regrets
03:30
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Butt head
Turn around
It sounds sick
You have poisoned me
You played a game
Annihilated
Then purified your path
You don't understand
You'll never will
Your mind is weak
Your thought is dirty
I trample on you
And on your failures
And on your failures
And on your kinky fantasies
Let's indulge my fetishism my fetishism my fetishism
But if I think about it
No one ever understands nobody
My mind is weak
My thought is dirty too
I trample on everyone
And on my own failures
And on my shitty fantasies
And on our darkest memories
And on your deepest side
And to all your lies
So I ignore my fetishism my fetishism my fetishism
Fear of plastic regrets
The fear of plastic regrets
I ignore
My fetishism
Fear of plastic regrets
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8. |
Harsh Flesh
04:44
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She remembered a minefield
Lights and smoke bombs
Foolish sounds in her ears
Up to the eardrums
Unfamiliar or friendly faces
Of ethereal and vivid pupils
“I have a harsh flesh
Today’s rain won’t affect me
The face of that stranger
Perhaps will awaken me”
“I have a harsh flesh”
While she wandered through the city of fumes
And she pulled at her cheeks
Because she was alive
Alive
Like an intubated hint
And a muffled murmur
our marble instinct was a fostered and rejected fist
But stands and crawl through the streets
“I have a harsh flesh
Today’s rain won’t affect me
The face of that stranger
Perhaps will awaken me”
“I have a harsh flesh”
While she wandered through the city of fumes
And she pulled at her cheeks
Because she was alive
Alive
We can never know what’s in the other side
All that we experience has no utility
Is it fullness or spirit?
What would happen to us if there were no more memories?
We swim in the catharsis of nostalgia
We detach ourselves from the present
To enter a deeper stream
Our mind may no longer be a safe place
Our mind may no longer be a safe place
The certainty of the uncertain
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9. |
We Were Just Lost Kids
02:37
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Of fertile generations
And conscious, sublime illuminations
I turn my gaze to the green countryside
Soft and welcoming
Of warm embrace and relief
I wish it was always so easy to see the light
Escaping the pincer of pills, tears and discomfort
I am not hollow or drained
Traffic jams flow timelessly
In parallel lines and listless crossings
I must feed the sap that flows in my bowels
Before weak it drips with denials and stifled rage
They tell us we are wrong
We are not wrong
Narratives are dangerously lethal
And sharp as knives
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10. |
Desires
02:37
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I see you running
In silent streets
i want you now
I don't want you sweet
Take revenge on me
And not on the others
You know what is
In our silence
I see you running
In silent streets
i want you now
I don't want you sweet
Take revenge on me
and not on the others
You know what is
In our silence
I'm not looking for anything
I want to fall into the void
I'm not looking for anything
I want to fall into the void
I'm not looking for anything
I want to fall into the void
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11. |
Whysteria
03:42
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What we had yesterday
Your body sacrificed on mine
Your clenched fist on the sheets
My legs two pins on your ribs
Sidereal cold sinister calm
I whispered to you at down
And you said I feel crushed
I feel crushed like your dark eyelids
They killed my reasonable part
They confided me new mysteries
Now I can see behind the thorn veil
That divides you and me
I shouldn’t dedicate a song to you
A slap to your executioner ego
A vice in your long arms
Our hysterical lovemaking
Where we tasted sweet nectars
Our heeled sours
Soften in the atmosphere
And mixes with dust when we fall asleep apart
Crucified and lost in torments
We’ve already forgotten each other
Is this the end?
How would you describe the end?
Would you go back to what it was before?
Whysteria whysteria
Will I stop having it?
Is this the end?
The withered flowers on the edge of the bed
Withered we too
A state of total absence of the mind
The mind
Will I stop having it?
Will I stop having it?
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12. |
The Blue Cathedral
03:58
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If I vault among carrion let me crave
Leave me alone
if I trample on brambles and thorns
Swear not to sacrifice me
Hands twisted in a bestial dance
Lips closed in a bigoted candor
Bruises candles watch me burn
Alienation a white worm
Bruises candles watch me burn
Alienation a white worm
So step away from my chaotic flow
Don’t disturb my murderous prayer
I lose my chains alone
I go to rest alone
Bruises candles watch me burn
Alienation a white worm
Bruises candles watch me burn
Alienation a white worm
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13. |
Outro
01:19
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Polina Suffer Turin, Italy
Polina Suffer is a twilight jolt made by empty tunnels with wanderers inside, seeking in the night their deepest
nature.
Our music is a reflection of the collective pain that dwells in the hearts of men.
Our love is the music found in the lantern of the wayfarer, the rest is plastic and iron.
We are Tommaso Leporale and Beatrice Bartolini.
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