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Stampede
02:26
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Black and Blue
04:30
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Black and blue dressed widow, while everything keeps falling apart, always tracing down the rests of our conscience, I remember not...
Black and blue dressed widow, while everything keeps falling apart, facing my fears as they are so senseless now..
so hard to discover…
brutalized… shaking eyes…
stoned minds… words… and now that i'm on the ground, overwhelmed with my own lies?
Like mothers and flowers, haters and lovers, the bullets the kisses,
guts, cuts, now we can't run…
Whistling, shivering, hiding ground like rotten roach, like mothers and flowers, the haters and lovers...
So I'm on my own, like suspended in time and space.. I'm floating in this grace, I feel there's nothing left…
I'm so glad… Life becomes just clearer now, that I'm lost…
Barely breathing without wars, in this cold…
solid thoughts that i can see with my own eyes (already closed).
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3. |
Devil's Shape
06:12
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Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape? human beings - lineage of Cain
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape in me?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more!…
now that we cannot see the sky
won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more…
We want everything to be our slave… we grow up together but die like we're enemies…
Our decay begins when we can't dream the same… hands turn sharp while the world turns grey…
if only we can kill our gods and kings and queens… tear down crowns and break the hardest chains.
So we plant in our doom some cruel end
So we felt, in our tour, both love and hate
While we shrink in our world, scars blooming hate
In our plank, in our room, doors closing in.
While we shield in our bones, scars… (scars blooming hate)
Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape?
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, I play alone, before I rot, stay calm, no matter…no!
before we've had enough of this wrath
may the world spit away us too and
Turn it over, again
over
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4. |
Greenwitch
03:17
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5. |
The Awful Path
06:57
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Along the way we're seeking, upon the awful path, on that way we're shaking before we all find death.
Along the way we're falling, upon this awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
Forsaken words. Return. Sharpest horns, cutting through but the way leads nowhere.
Along the way we're seeking, upon the awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
Thirst, embrace, lack of love, hanging hands, I still fall but the way leads nowhere.
Home, phrase, lights went out, blocked jaws, I still fall but the way leads nowhere… And the path leads nowhere.
Along the way we're falling, upon this awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
But this hole that keeps on growing looks like we'll never ever get rid of it,
in your stomach the bile overflows, falling away 'till the day does illuminate
By the soil, hands are growing and grabbing our fears till we unleash them all
Before we get lost and repent our being born, pick up some mud, blood, set on fire and play with that…
Blood, shared, waterdrops, won't return, I keep falling but the way leads nowhere.
Thoughts, chase, lights went out, blocked jaws… (I keep falling but the way leads nowhere)
And as often, you've been fucked just one step before you can hang on a rope
Seconds before we can see how you pray, until your head started to dream miles away from it, written in blood and tangled in a fall
Let it go, your realm of gold won't evolve until we wake, and wash away this awful fate ropes are hanging and before we forget and we're stuck in a road, remember what kept us from dying alone, throw down the shovel,
you're digging your hole, before we get lost and we only can see wrath.
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6. |
Red Door
08:37
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Have you ever wondered, considered that we're the worst part and all we can see is the red of our blood dripping against, falling onto these walls
In every century blood spills like carpets, red doors… irritating me
Have you ever thought the light can fade to black, when we cut out all the energy from intellect?
When mankind shuts down this feeble light, cuts all reason…
bolts in our eyes and we called it a "war"… and it all turns grey…
Cause in our eardrums, we hear the calls of war. Cause on our own we bother just for what our skin, flesh, can figure out
thought we could define it with the Internet…
Clasp your soft pillow, the dark side's in front, lovely cuts, withdraws in our lost, sunk souls before we get pathetically ironic, blocked!
with staples in our souls. Before the dark plays with us and we just can't escape control.
We, the ghosts.
We're lonely whispers to the wind that blows into the ground, into the soil.
We fill insignificant books, but way back, I recall that, lives away, lives away, just before we felt this steady complain
We, the ghosts.
We're lonely whispers to the wind that blows into the ground, into the soil.
Before we carry on --- thru the red door ---
And so the story turns us into actors with a senseless plot, the only chance we have is to deploy, become slaves or break out thru this fate.
And when we hear by night an old song the radio's playing, the candle dies and new light enters with the day.
Nevermind the noise - cracks on the glasses - nevermind the noise - light thru the windows - nevermind the noise - a ray, a flame, the red door.
Waiting on the entrance we saw a million doors and chose the red, the illest, a sentiment of crying comes when "easy solving" is personal,
waiting for the time we supposed, we may do… just try to read the signs, enrage yourself and make it painful, then get to the core.
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7. |
The Lowest Floor
05:02
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Wait enough to settle down, to be nowhere, in our solitary world, driving fast until we lost ourselves before we store
to imagine is the power of the intellect, and every spark of light can help you to figure it out, and falling apart on your own is static, transcend it!
Hold your breath and see the life in the middle of nowhere, see things already stopped, we're the phrases from a romantic voice with no more words…
Stab, punch or shoot. Yeah, don't mind, resent the world
Stab, punch or shoot. Yeah, don't mind, the biggest show
Stab, punch or shoot. Yeah, don't mind, resent the world
Stab, punch or shoot. Yeah, don't mind, no more! can't fake it anymore, yeah drop the pain before it concentrates, let go and try to change the mood
instead of not trying at all
instead of not trying…
Long enough to sell our faith to the others, in our solitary road, writing poetry on the sand of a desert-like world
Stab, punch or shoot yeah, don't mind, no more! Won't fake it anymore, yeah drop the pain, before it concentrates let go and try to change the world.
Can't fake it anymore!
Wait enough to free our ears to the noise and sing solitary songs, laughing high until we lost our voice and choked in blood
Long enough to free our flesh to the wolves, the smell's already of rot, ignite the oxygen into your lungs and let it burn
Can't fake it anymore!
Rose spikes and red horizons, the highest mountains now you're climbing, times you're crawling thru your mind, the end of the night through space and time,
reborn and rising, songs and signs, the change, the storm, the sand, the wine, lay down your head onto the soil and then store it, from the lowest floor.
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Owl Feather
07:18
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There's something I can't tell, damn, from the inside of my throat, 'till I can digest the sadness and the black sand of my shore, we can see our inner spirit flashing high onto this path, or we can continue searching, where's the meaning? where's the end?
we can choose to be complaining, or get up and rise with force, take a breath and watch the feathers overflowing from our void, they fit upon me, placing on my head,
they're mine! you can't steal
They help me searching, seeing above these lands
the watchers. Can't feel.
try to stay alive not waiting to die, rather then dying while living
An ancient belief, wisdom of the night, a strong denial off from all these lights and all those sounds.
So let those feathers come to me increase my sight
they're mine! you can't steal
They help me searching, seeing above these nights
the watchers. Can't feel...
A feather from a creature, a daughter of the light that's trying so hard to keep a shelter - from the engines of time they fit upon me, placing on my head,
they're mine! you can't steal
They help me searching, seeing above these lands
the watchers. Can't fell.
so sleep so hard but keep your eyes peeled
Cause when the inner shadows rising we're like flowers in the snow, frozen hands and tunnel digging with our nails and our remorse
cut the breath
out and let me dreaming, let me dream on something they can't steal…
I want to recall what kept breathing, while I felt this cold
And them, the stars and moonlight, seems to keep me warm, till dawn
When the hand of time used to be so mean but I still felt secure
dressed with feathers the night just came and whispered onto my own blood
We pass our lifetime hunting but the prey is what we call our own
Shall we continue killing, do this slaughter or leave sleeping this horse
Cause life is not just taking, eating, stealing, rise up from this low
and then I rised my head and watched what's upend this empty floor
I saw a million lights and then decided to ignite some more
I lost the feathes from my head I watched the sparkles glowing gold
There was a sky, and no more red
a thousand suns exploding suddenly I found the cure
For all these poisons that injected into my own blood
and there was light and there was sound
And stars still shine like mother's eyes
And feathers falling from inside
finally fled the lowest floor
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FILTH IN MY GARAGE Milan, Italy
The band has broadened its musical and personal horizons by introducing new sounds, moving away from preconceptions and
constraints, producing 6 tracks whose themes draw from popular culture: films, books, video games and comics.
With more than 10 years of career behind them, the FIMG continue to play, hungry for live shows.
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