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Soulgambler
04:06
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Learn that there is always a winner, even when we don't need any roles
Even when there's nothing to win in this space without warmth
Through this stiff light that passes beyond malice beyond logic
Which unites the history of compassion to that of envy
I'll watch yours to reflect the failure I have constructed
I am so ridiculous and when I try to defend myself
You know I'm nothing if I breathe through you
Loving you is just a fond reception...
You nourished me with the obscenity of your faith in the shame of your repentance
I don't know how to suffer nor feel more than you do
Beside us frustration hope action purity equilibrium
Everything has value but not for me or just for this instant
I don't want to believe you anymore
I don't want to believe it anymore
I am so ridiculous and when I try to defend myself
You know I'm nothing if I breathe through you
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Hey Boy
03:10
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Hey boy you'll want me more than any other man
When no one will accept your murky love no more
Your saliva runs down my legs again
Hey boy you'll want me more than anything
When your mouth is dry and your stomach starts to churn
Is it all so hot like it is inside of us?
How will you satisfy your mouth?
Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me?
And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love
Oh no boy please don't ever leave me
Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me?
And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love
Oh no boy please don't ever leave me
Hey boy on my knees in your chains get your revenge
'Couse your were always the prey
The sights of complicity are the glorious song of our conflict
hey boy you'll dominate me if I'll want it
You'll humiliate me if god takes his eyes off me
This is the cruel game with make us perfect
Now mix your blood with my saliva
Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me?
And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love
Oh no boy please don't ever leave me
Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me?
And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love
Oh no boy please don't ever leave me
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How much sand in your boots?
How much dry bread in teeths?
Everyday is longest day
or maybe the day you will never forget
God didnt save you from the luck of a rich marriage
Nor your dictator saved you from the big glorious war
But maybe you were saved just
because youve never never believed
No saint has guided your wrinkle hand
But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral..
my old man
Twenty years in the tropics
One hundred years of regrets
Life is to long to repent
and too short to deify the bitterness
Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair,
your perfect dye go beyond
Every political convinction and against every classfight
I loved your style and your hatred
for your hatred for mediocrity
God will not give you a honoured place
but he will envy your shined shoes
I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral
I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral
my old man
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I breathed through your body's vivid light
Inside while I lost my will
My name, cancelled itself in the
Universal space of our experiences.
In matter and anti-matter
Our hopes have been flaked
I will be a docile worm that will twist
'Round God's mercy and your affected charity.
From here on your divine son will mix with me
And strewn with the golden saliva
We will taste the death
And in the death the conquest of the will.
We dragged our weaknesses in religion
In the useless speculation of existence
In every conflict, conflict between
Superb pigs, pigs and dogmas
I'm weak, weak like this tired sun
That deforms and rocks our babylonic path
I will only know how to live in that
Vulgar space between instinct and knowledge.
I won't be anything more,
I won't be anything more
We won't be anything more
I won't be anything more
The will that pulse in the pure chest,
Pure chest of your divine son
Is the blinding echo of earthly humiliation
That revives, revives and revives
I won't be anything more,
I won't be anything more
We won't be anything more
I won't be anything more
Compare me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history,
The most intimate and flattering violence
Compare me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history
It's the most intimate and flattering violence
Compare me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history
It's the most intimate and flattering violence
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Autopsy Of A Love
04:15
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I expiated hell for few minutes of passion
There's a stone above my head
That suffocates my impulse and a weapon on my neck
That arms my madness
Make a destruction of me,
Make annihilation of me
There's a sense of end in our tired eyes
And the smell of alcohol in our mouth
I will not kill myself because I have no pictures in which I smile
And consider me as your worst lover
And consider me as your sinner
The only thing that I want to to see
Is my defeated sperm in your hands
And consider me as your worst lover
And consider me as your sinner
The only thing that I want to feel
Is the warmth of your sex in my mouth
Sing the last verse for your weak lover.
I know I'll never see again your consumed face
I will never have your chest against mine
I don't want to know if there will be another man
It could be better to be dead while your car leave me
At the end of this dirty road
Don't look for my lifeless body in this universe
Cause no word will justify our end
Let me die while your breath migrates so far
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We Could Fail Again
03:17
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May this be the last night in this south,
The last night with the wine and immortal fascination
The world ignore the cruel delight of our vice
And the useless common god who delivered us to wait
What' s the meaning of talking 'bout protection now?
We will never be close…oh so close together now
What' s the meaning of talking 'bout conviction now?
We will never be close…oh so close together now
Bow your head on my chest while the odour of this sea
Is confused in the distractions of our doubts
I don' t know how to ask you anything that doesn' t regard us
I don' t know how to ask you anything
What remains of love when we know we can destroy ourselves
What remains of us when we know we can destroy ourselves
What remains of love when we know we can destroy ourselves
What remains of us when we know we can destroy ourselves
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Nectar On You Lips
04:40
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I condemn you but I'm just a worm.
I love your lack of conscience
And the freedom of your violence.
What exactly shakes my heart
And what fills up the greed of my lust?
What exactly shakes my heart
And what fills up the greed of my lust?
Your ignorance is pure virtue
And the cruel sweat on your body
Is brutal nectar that will feed
The rebellion against myself.
The shelter that covers
The disgrace of morality burns
It's the bastard ghost
Of this religion, religion for cowards.
I want to kneel down in front of you,
Devour, devour your pride,
The beginning and the end
Are now, now here...
What exactly shakes my heart
And what fills up the greed of my lust?
I want to kneel down in front of you,
Devour, devour your pride,
The beginning and the end are now, now here,
What exactly shakes my heart
And what fills up the greed of my lust...?
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I'd like not to know that instict
Which is guiding you...
Am I guilty as you are?
It's the same guilt that beats you on the back
That crushes on your kidneys...
I tried to possess your body
and hid me in the suffocating dephts of your flesh
I was your absent idol while you fed me with the poison of your wounds
the sewer of your sex crushes the stupid arrogance of my autorithy
I have no certainties nor purification while you move inside my bowels
I have no past nor conviction when your warmth opens inside my chest.
Love is the sublimation of violence and violence knows no mercy.
I've been the servant of your careless code what is the meaning of been your lover
in this city that doesn't recognize my sacrifice
no saint will accompany your confused bitch's step
no miracle will cure the arrogant illness of your will.
Love is the sublimation of violence and violence knows no mercy
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Eucharist Of Sodomy
05:19
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Spiritual Front Rome, Italy
Spiritual Front is an act from Rome. The style described as "nihilist suicide pop", although elements of neoclassical and rock music, melancholic folk, as well as tango are prevalent, along with a recurring experimental feel. From dark, wailing experimental folk in the beginning, the sound began to transform and grow, to where it is now compared to the work of Nick Cave, Swans, and Scott Walker. ... more
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