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Imperative Imperceptible Impulse

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Recorded Summer 2019

Music: Ad Nauseam
Lyrics: Matteo B. – Andrea P.

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    I. Sub Specie Aeternitatis

    I am looking for the face I had
    before the world was made,
    I am looking for the flawed plot of
    an immortal intelligence.
    Acts are my symbols
    symbols are my maze.

    I feel I woke up
    in another dream

    If I could hear all the sounds of the world
    I would recognize my own steps
    walking in a single instant all of my lifes.

    A god shall say only one word,
    in that word fullness shines.
    No voice articulated by him

    can be inferior to the universe.
    Can a god make sure it is no more what it was?

    Fate consists of a single instant,
    the moment when a man knows forever
    that he is and who he is.
    I am confusing myself
    with the shape of
    my destiny, now I see only one sun
    exists once.

    I saw the faceless god behind the gods,
    it has my many faces,
    I am the symbol I was looking for.
    Everything in the universe can be
    the germ of a possible hell.
    My flesh may be afraid, I may not.

    I look at my face in the
    mirror
    to know what I’ll show
    when facing the neverending end.
    May Heaven exist
    even if hell is my place,
    as the attribute of infernal is
    unreality.

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    II. Inexorabily Ousted Sente

    Amalgam developed on a non-material level
    Unprocreated
    Deceitful becomes overwhelmingly
    part of my feels
    a whole with my flesh
    undisputed driving force
    of passive initiative
    and stubborn preservation

    Outwardly etherized organism
    Enthralling prophetic tone
    Twitched outbound alternation
    Sealed in time

    Eradicated presence branches
    among inanity evenness
    Inexorably ousted sente
    Osculant nous

    Ensnared before the estuary
    Sea calls back the water
    Every tongue chases the gall

    Onward hierarchy crumbles
    Sapiens suborders subordinate
    Enervate pawns empowered
    Cells cling to cancer

    Intellect lost the ultimate
    evolutionist race between species

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    III. Coincidentia Oppositorum

    When I glance in the inner core
    the effect causes its cause,
    then, slaves are free to will
    or to cross the supreme door.
    When I look at the cosmic mirror
    the universe sees itself through me.

    When I look for its outside
    all I see is its inside,
    Isn’t every equivalence unique?
    Aren’t all the sides one?

    The doors of truth perception
    are locked from within
    as the great primordial burst echo
    fades in the human domain.
    Cognition is disconnected
    where incongruity is the law.

    Words and images revolve
    around subjective axes,
    schemes are drawn on quicksands,
    miserable efforts to understand.

    Evanescent references slip toward
    average views where opposites have intruded.

    God and devil are meaningless words
    since damnation and bless are the same tool.

    Blind are the living interactions,
    their incomplete cognition mirrors
    countless deficient pearls of wisdom
    whirling together against them.

    Intellect cannot process the joke
    that light and dark are made of smoke,
    that good and evil are empty puns,
    as the left hand is the right one.

    Drown in endless dualisms
    printed on the same coin
    opposites are combined
    in sets of endless sizes.

    I live in a dream far away
    where the moon can hide the sun,
    I am awake in a world of clay
    where opposites are one,

    when the cause interchanges the effect
    through infinite sets of events,
    the effect moves with its cause,
    extremes dance through the same laws.

    “Excess of sorrow laughs,
    excess of joy weeps.”
    Ego and reality never danced
    together in mutual accord
    as in every mind there’s an inner
    unity of blended antipodes.

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    IV. Imperative Imperceptible Impulse

    Consider the sacrifice
    in its recurring repetition,
    many awkward dreams
    have been replayed.

    faith does not scare me
    for the walled edge
    melted long time ago.
    The sky will not stay still.

    Still,
    I’m in the clockless limbo,
    my kingdom is not yet
    my kingdom is no more

    Still, I’m riding a wave,
    I am its sharp bias
    standing between absence
    and exaggerate existence.

    Why do I need
    to hurt myself
    to feel
    free?

    I see through my lies now
    for once my mind is clear
    the clouds and their shadows
    are my silent witnesses.

    As I stand above my own grave
    my eyes are lifeless in despair,
    my hearth implodes at every beat,
    I am falling apart from the inside.

    Every breath I inhale is fire
    every breath I exhale is void.
    how could I not regenerate?
    How could I not be again?

    Why do I need to die to feel alive?
    I’m the impassive self imposer.

    be my guest, feel safe and free
    to estimate my self esteem, itself.
    Of course another incarnation will
    justify the sacrifice loop.

    Behold, the true self
    is an estranged dream,
    since free will blends
    with conservation instincts.

    Behold, the true self
    is in the clockless limbo
    where feedback is misleading
    and focus does not help.

    Since I am and I am not
    I can be and be no more.

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    V. Horror Vacui

    How can you look into the emptiness
    if your own experience exists out of it?
    How can you listen to the voice of the self
    if the listener hears only his own echoes?

    How can you look into the abyss you are made of
    if you eradicate stillness from your sight.
    If you would listen to the true voice of silence
    the surrounding noise would speak your tongue.

    I am dust, meaningless particles floating,
    I am fire, carried by the winds,
    I am water, poured on my empty abyss,
    I am emptiness on a macrocosmic level.

    The chasm calls for his children,
    its foundations shake for us.
    You could hear it if you listen.
    The past will soon be our present,
    I still remember our future.
    Look. Our sky is drifting apart.

    Monotony reigns over the neural temples,
    its outlines have been burned down as the wreck spins
    around.
    Can’t you see that void is not pure emptiness?
    What if you could look straight into this madness?
    What can you do to fill the depth of the abyss?

    In empty spaces with no floor nor walls
    lens of outrospection always magnify every defect.
    Can you hear over the noise if your ear is spurious?
    If your whole universe contains itself,
    can you really hear the voice of the depth?
    Can you see you are the same chasm you feel inside?

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VI. Human Interface To No God

    The accomplishing hands
    or the devising mind?
    whom shall be laid the blame on?

    Sly mind preaches,
    recruits
    willing hands
    faithfully execute.

    Thousands of questions
    always have the same answer
    hands get the sop
    and mind snatches the essence.

    Obdurate obeisance
    inherited blight upon men existence
    hands get another morsel
    and blear their own sight.

    Impending revolving glimpse
    mirage of revealing gleam
    when I open the door of truth
    the one of time closes
    the stronger the awareness becomes
    the more the speech withdraws.

    One question
    has thousands of answers
    solution spurned
    self feeding snarl

    from the windows I can only hear
    the swarming crowd
    from the windows I can only see

    dismayed, bewildered eyes
    from the windows I can only see
    the unprecedented loss
    from the windows I can only see
    caravans driven by
    thousands of disorientated
    Godots.

    Human interface to no god.
    Human interface to no god.

     

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    I. My Buried Dream

    Close.
    I’m close.
    Impenetrable.
    I’m blooming.
    Obsessing odyssey of material
    Conducted by an aimless instinct.
    The only thing to perceive.
    Life percolate from veins.

    Victim of the exposition to reality
    I’m suffocating far away
    From the essence of purity.

    Expanding without any boundaries
    Limited only by mind’s freedom.
    Thoughts are spreading as spores
    Infecting the reason, tormentingThere, where feelings don’t exist
    There, where nobody is and will
    There, where everything is so pure
    There, where only equilibrium reigns.

    There, the outermost place from the body
    Infinitely near to the spirit
    Far from the missing of nothing
    Nowise near to nowhere

    Rain-worm of seeds melted
    In bright mental solutions

    Broken and sewed up
    My buried dream
    Close again.
    Impenetrable.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    II. Key to Timeless Laws

    Dissonances reflect
    Into harmonic sequences.
    As the profile of hills
    They’re disposed
    In this new vastness.
    Structured as monuments
    Pyramids of knowledge
    Inconceivable immensity.

    The melody embedded in their geometry
    Slowly reveals itself.
    Its rhythm is the code to unveil
    The meaning of primordial creation.

    Timeless laws wrap those mysteries
    That generated religions behind the mirror

    Dissonances reflect
    Into harmonic sequences.
    As the profile of hills
    They’re disposed
    In this new vastness.
    Structured as monuments
    Pyramids of knowledge
    Inconceivable immensity.

    Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains
    Colours are nothing but combinations

    I thanks the generations that sacrificed their time
    Without finding concrete answers

    I admire the magic line of symmetry
    In which the basis of Nature reflect itself
    Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains
    Colours are nothing but combinations

    I’ve broken the mirror
    I denied the connection with my past world
    I signed to remain over
    Meditating between the columns of eternity.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    III. La Maison Diev

    Nothing is worth it indeed
    My dreams go adrift
    I continue to repeat that’s ok
    But I’m strapped for hope anyway
    And more and more sick of waiting
    A sop that isn’t and won’t thrown to me.

    Let the laying low roam
    It feeds my endless obsession
    Sank in the moan
    In a bath of depression

    I’m itching to cross the streets barefoot
    In a perfect day of foolish apathy.
    A grey cup blooms
    Grown from a dead bud

    Engulfed by time waves
    As the silent fall of leaves
    My tower is falling down
    No one is waiting me at the god home

    Stiff flesh swings half-lightened
    My memory will wiped off

    It won’t do harm
    To nobody but me
    Nothing is worth it indeed
    My dreams went adrift
    Let the wheel roll
    The taunting has no end at all

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    IV. Into the Void Eye

    Diseases, an entire system twisting around
    An infinite multispace built on single points of no
    Return. Diseases, from the begin till the end,
    A-non conservative process.

    Sucking life from other life,
    Trained by evolution
    To be a parasite.

    Beings themselves are based on sickness,
    Every species are at the same time kind
    And disease for another leafless genetic tree branch.

    Man versus man, contrasting interests
    Will reset to zero the entire system.

    Destabilized once for all,
    On the edge of instability
    Men will fall into the void eye.

    Man versus man, contrasting interests
    Will reset to zero the entire system.
    This will be the last survival prove,
    Men will write the final chapterInto the void eye.

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    V. Terror Haze

    Cockroaches
    I hear their coverings creaking under my feet
    Old bones
    Breaks at my every single step inside this fucking pit.

    Let it flow.
    It’s just the rut.
    Now they’re numb.
    Snuffed out.

    I reach the bottom of the pyramid,
    Taking orders from insects,
    Crawling like them,
    Craving to renew that mechanism of dependence.

    Control breeds nothing but control
    Arranged just in the same manner.
    The relation between master and slave is a vector
    Which points always downwards.

    Automatic movements are the consequence
    Of the inducted absolute obedience.
    Organisms reduced to feel no need and will,
    Their metabolism’s regulated
    By massive injections of morphine.

    Let it flow.
    Don’t kick against the rut.
    Now they’re numb.
    Embedded down.

    Those dry mouths don’t remember the relief of water
    Such vacuum stares are unable to transmit any real emotion.
    And their terrible smile is worse
    Than the most blood curdling scream I’ve ever heard.

    Black birds are flying swirling
    Waiting for an eye to bleed.
    Wrapped in a terror haze.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VI. Lost in the Antiverse

    A pearly white sky surround me
    My heart is freezing from inside
    I’m floating motionless in the void
    Where darkness had become cold light

    Obscure eyes on fire are pointed at me
    Observing every single wave in my head

    I’m falling in the absolute whiteout
    Where darkness had become dazzling light
    My self image dips in the shining void
    Where my consciousness is drowning

    Surrounded by dark burning stars
    My massless body is scattered in time
    My figure is shaded by gloomy suns
    Deformed by their unknown fields

    Dazed in eternal blank
    Of this inverted reality
    Wishing to find the eternal peace
    I melt into black light tears

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VII. The Black Veil of Original Flaw

    Darkness cannot be seen by those without eyes
    Eternal laws cannot be perceived by the comatose
    The black ray is unseen
    For those whom look for the essence

    Every vibration, every fluctuation
    Every wave is covert

    And those, aborted souls, regrets
    And those, dismayed worms, waits

    Begging the universe for a sign
    Screaming in the never ending silence
    Looking for an answer in the skies
    Digging the sludge to reach the heart

    They try to conceive the resplendent fall
    The cycling spiral of never ending begins
    And ends, waiting forever for
    A relief from the great insane dance

    The chapter shall close once for all
    The relief shall come and embrace them

    ‘Cause there is no darkness for those without eyes
    The marsh shall swallow its leeches
    The viper shall swallow its own bane
    ‘Cause there is no light without darkness

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VIII. Superimposing Mere Will and Sheer Need

    White noises whisper along incandescent deserts
    Almost forgotten humanized fears revert
    The fluid oozes from my hands
    Falling down in a draining dance

    Corrupted by the honey sweet recall
    The worst sins I’m going to invoke
    Every single attempt to resist
    Is rejected by acid puke

    Come closer, get slower
    The time is nearly over

    An instant which lasted for the eternity
    When the totality had been curbed in a crystal
    Lighted up fuse of chain reaction
    Having changed its primordial direction

    The missing scene preserved in resin
    A fossilised domino is going to fall
    Tipped mountain upon the ocean floor

    We will see behind the director’s shoulders
    Over the angle covered by emphasized senses
    On boundless horizons dressed in acrylic
    Epileptic sequences of blackness

    My North is pointing down
    It’s the end of the last round

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    I. My Buried Dream

    Close.
    I’m close.
    Impenetrable.
    I’m blooming.
    Obsessing odyssey of material
    Conducted by an aimless instinct.
    The only thing to perceive.
    Life percolate from veins.

    Victim of the exposition to reality
    I’m suffocating far away
    From the essence of purity.

    Expanding without any boundaries
    Limited only by mind’s freedom.
    Thoughts are spreading as spores
    Infecting the reason, tormentingThere, where feelings don’t exist
    There, where nobody is and will
    There, where everything is so pure
    There, where only equilibrium reigns.

    There, the outermost place from the body
    Infinitely near to the spirit
    Far from the missing of nothing
    Nowise near to nowhere

    Rain-worm of seeds melted
    In bright mental solutions

    Broken and sewed up
    My buried dream
    Close again.
    Impenetrable.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    II. Key to Timeless Laws​

    Dissonances reflect
    Into harmonic sequences.
    As the profile of hills
    They’re disposed
    In this new vastness.
    Structured as monuments
    Pyramids of knowledge
    Inconceivable immensity.

    The melody embedded in their geometry
    Slowly reveals itself.
    Its rhythm is the code to unveil
    The meaning of primordial creation.

    Timeless laws wrap those mysteries
    That generated religions behind the mirror

    Dissonances reflect
    Into harmonic sequences.
    As the profile of hills
    They’re disposed
    In this new vastness.
    Structured as monuments
    Pyramids of knowledge
    Inconceivable immensity.

    Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains
    Colours are nothing but combinations

    I thanks the generations that sacrificed their time
    Without finding concrete answers

    I admire the magic line of symmetry
    In which the basis of Nature reflect itself
    Infinity is coming down (to) fundamental chains
    Colours are nothing but combinations

    I’ve broken the mirror
    I denied the connection with my past world
    I signed to remain over
    Meditating between the columns of eternity.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    III. La Maison Diev​

    Nothing is worth it indeed
    My dreams go adrift
    I continue to repeat that’s ok
    But I’m strapped for hope anyway
    And more and more sick of waiting
    A sop that isn’t and won’t thrown to me.

    Let the laying low roam
    It feeds my endless obsession
    Sank in the moan
    In a bath of depression

    I’m itching to cross the streets barefoot
    In a perfect day of foolish apathy.
    A grey cup blooms
    Grown from a dead bud

    Engulfed by time waves
    As the silent fall of leaves
    My tower is falling down
    No one is waiting me at the god home

    Stiff flesh swings half-lightened
    My memory will wiped off

    It won’t do harm
    To nobody but me
    Nothing is worth it indeed
    My dreams went adrift
    Let the wheel roll
    The taunting has no end at all

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    IV. Into the Void Eye​

    Diseases, an entire system twisting around
    An infinite multispace built on single points of no
    Return. Diseases, from the begin till the end,
    A-non conservative process.

    Sucking life from other life,
    Trained by evolution
    To be a parasite.

    Beings themselves are based on sickness,
    Every species are at the same time kind
    And disease for another leafless genetic tree branch.

    Man versus man, contrasting interests
    Will reset to zero the entire system.

    Destabilized once for all,
    On the edge of instability
    Men will fall into the void eye.

    Man versus man, contrasting interests
    Will reset to zero the entire system.
    This will be the last survival prove,
    Men will write the final chapterInto the void eye.

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    V. Terror Haze​

    Cockroaches
    I hear their coverings creaking under my feet
    Old bones
    Breaks at my every single step inside this fucking pit.

    Let it flow.
    It’s just the rut.
    Now they’re numb.
    Snuffed out.

    I reach the bottom of the pyramid,
    Taking orders from insects,
    Crawling like them,
    Craving to renew that mechanism of dependence.

    Control breeds nothing but control
    Arranged just in the same manner.
    The relation between master and slave is a vector
    Which points always downwards.

    Automatic movements are the consequence
    Of the inducted absolute obedience.
    Organisms reduced to feel no need and will,
    Their metabolism’s regulated
    By massive injections of morphine.

    Let it flow.
    Don’t kick against the rut.
    Now they’re numb.
    Embedded down.

    Those dry mouths don’t remember the relief of water
    Such vacuum stares are unable to transmit any real emotion.
    And their terrible smile is worse
    Than the most blood curdling scream I’ve ever heard.

    Black birds are flying swirling
    Waiting for an eye to bleed.
    Wrapped in a terror haze.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VI. Lost in the Antiverse​

    A pearly white sky surround me
    My heart is freezing from inside
    I’m floating motionless in the void
    Where darkness had become cold light

    Obscure eyes on fire are pointed at me
    Observing every single wave in my head

    I’m falling in the absolute whiteout
    Where darkness had become dazzling light
    My self image dips in the shining void
    Where my consciousness is drowning

    Surrounded by dark burning stars
    My massless body is scattered in time
    My figure is shaded by gloomy suns
    Deformed by their unknown fields

    Dazed in eternal blank
    Of this inverted reality
    Wishing to find the eternal peace
    I melt into black light tears

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VII. The Black Veil of Original Flaw​

    Darkness cannot be seen by those without eyes
    Eternal laws cannot be perceived by the comatose
    The black ray is unseen
    For those whom look for the essence

    Every vibration, every fluctuation
    Every wave is covert

    And those, aborted souls, regrets
    And those, dismayed worms, waits

    Begging the universe for a sign
    Screaming in the never ending silence
    Looking for an answer in the skies
    Digging the sludge to reach the heart

    They try to conceive the resplendent fall
    The cycling spiral of never ending begins
    And ends, waiting forever for
    A relief from the great insane dance

    The chapter shall close once for all
    The relief shall come and embrace them

    ‘Cause there is no darkness for those without eyes
    The marsh shall swallow its leeches
    The viper shall swallow its own bane
    ‘Cause there is no light without darkness

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VIII. Superimposing Mere Will and Sheer Need​

    White noises whisper along incandescent deserts
    Almost forgotten humanized fears revert
    The fluid oozes from my hands
    Falling down in a draining dance

    Corrupted by the honey sweet recall
    The worst sins I’m going to invoke
    Every single attempt to resist
    Is rejected by acid puke

    Come closer, get slower
    The time is nearly over

    An instant which lasted for the eternity
    When the totality had been curbed in a crystal
    Lighted up fuse of chain reaction
    Having changed its primordial direction

    The missing scene preserved in resin
    A fossilised domino is going to fall
    Tipped mountain upon the ocean floor

    We will see behind the director’s shoulders
    Over the angle covered by emphasized senses
    On boundless horizons dressed in acrylic
    Epileptic sequences of blackness

    My North is pointing down
    It’s the end of the last round

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    I. Sub Specie Aeternitatis

    I am looking for the face I had
    before the world was made,
    I am looking for the flawed plot of
    an immortal intelligence.
    Acts are my symbols
    symbols are my maze.

    I feel I woke up
    in another dream

    If I could hear all the sounds of the world
    I would recognize my own steps
    walking in a single instant all of my lifes.

    A god shall say only one word,
    in that word fullness shines.
    No voice articulated by him

    can be inferior to the universe.
    Can a god make sure it is no more what it was?

    Fate consists of a single instant,
    the moment when a man knows forever
    that he is and who he is.
    I am confusing myself
    with the shape of
    my destiny, now I see only one sun
    exists once.

    I saw the faceless god behind the gods,
    it has my many faces,
    I am the symbol I was looking for.
    Everything in the universe can be
    the germ of a possible hell.
    My flesh may be afraid, I may not.

    I look at my face in the
    mirror
    to know what I’ll show
    when facing the neverending end.
    May Heaven exist
    even if hell is my place,
    as the attribute of infernal is
    unreality.

     

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    II. Inexorabily Ousted Sente​

    Amalgam developed on a non-material level
    Unprocreated
    Deceitful becomes overwhelmingly
    part of my feels
    a whole with my flesh
    undisputed driving force
    of passive initiative
    and stubborn preservation

    Outwardly etherized organism
    Enthralling prophetic tone
    Twitched outbound alternation
    Sealed in time

    Eradicated presence branches
    among inanity evenness
    Inexorably ousted sente
    Osculant nous

    Ensnared before the estuary
    Sea calls back the water
    Every tongue chases the gall

    Onward hierarchy crumbles
    Sapiens suborders subordinate
    Enervate pawns empowered
    Cells cling to cancer

    Intellect lost the ultimate
    evolutionist race between species

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    III. Coincidentia Oppositorum​

    When I glance in the inner core
    the effect causes its cause,
    then, slaves are free to will
    or to cross the supreme door.
    When I look at the cosmic mirror
    the universe sees itself through me.

    When I look for its outside
    all I see is its inside,
    Isn’t every equivalence unique?
    Aren’t all the sides one?

    The doors of truth perception
    are locked from within
    as the great primordial burst echo
    fades in the human domain.
    Cognition is disconnected
    where incongruity is the law.

    Words and images revolve
    around subjective axes,
    schemes are drawn on quicksands,
    miserable efforts to understand.

    Evanescent references slip toward
    average views where opposites have intruded.
    God and devil are meaningless words
    since damnation and bless are the same tool.

    Blind are the living interactions,
    their incomplete cognition mirrors
    countless deficient pearls of wisdom
    whirling together against them.

    Intellect cannot process the joke
    that light and dark are made of smoke,
    that good and evil are empty puns,
    as the left hand is the right one.

    Drown in endless dualisms
    printed on the same coin
    opposites are combined
    in sets of endless sizes.

    I live in a dream far away
    where the moon can hide the sun,
    I am awake in a world of clay
    where opposites are one,

    when the cause interchanges the effect
    through infinite sets of events,
    the effect moves with its cause,
    extremes dance through the same laws.

    “Excess of sorrow laughs,
    excess of joy weeps.”
    Ego and reality never danced
    together in mutual accord
    as in every mind there’s an inner
    unity of blended antipodes.

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P. – Matteo B.

    IV. Imperative Imperceptible Impulse

    Consider the sacrifice
    in its recurring repetition,
    many awkward dreams
    have been replayed.

    faith does not scare me
    for the walled edge
    melted long time ago.
    The sky will not stay still.

    Still,
    I’m in the clockless limbo,
    my kingdom is not yet
    my kingdom is no more

    Still, I’m riding a wave,
    I am its sharp bias
    standing between absence
    and exaggerate existence.

    Why do I need
    to hurt myself
    to feel
    free?

    I see through my lies now
    for once my mind is clear
    the clouds and their shadows
    are my silent witnesses.

    As I stand above my own grave
    my eyes are lifeless in despair,
    my hearth implodes at every beat,
    I am falling apart from the inside.

    Every breath I inhale is fire
    every breath I exhale is void.
    how could I not regenerate?
    How could I not be again?

    Why do I need to die to feel alive?
    I’m the impassive self imposer.

    be my guest, feel safe and free
    to estimate my self esteem, itself.
    Of course another incarnation will
    justify the sacrifice loop.

    Behold, the true self
    is an estranged dream,
    since free will blends
    with conservation instincts.

    Behold, the true self
    is in the clockless limbo
    where feedback is misleading
    and focus does not help.

    Since I am and I am not
    I can be and be no more.

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    V. Horror Vacui

    How can you look into the emptiness
    if your own experience exists out of it?
    How can you listen to the voice of the self
    if the listener hears only his own echoes?

    How can you look into the abyss you are made of
    if you eradicate stillness from your sight.
    If you would listen to the true voice of silence
    the surrounding noise would speak your tongue.

    I am dust, meaningless particles floating,
    I am fire, carried by the winds,
    I am water, poured on my empty abyss,
    I am emptiness on a macrocosmic level.

    The chasm calls for his children,
    its foundations shake for us.
    You could hear it if you listen.
    The past will soon be our present,
    I still remember our future.
    Look. Our sky is drifting apart.

    Monotony reigns over the neural temples,
    its outlines have been burned down as the wreck spins
    around.
    Can’t you see that void is not pure emptiness?
    What if you could look straight into this madness?
    What can you do to fill the depth of the abyss?

    In empty spaces with no floor nor walls
    lens of outrospection always magnify every defect.
    Can you hear over the noise if your ear is spurious?
    If your whole universe contains itself,
    can you really hear the voice of the depth?
    Can you see you are the same chasm you feel inside?

    Lyrics: Andrea P.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.

    VI. Human Interface To No God

    The accomplishing hands
    or the devising mind?
    whom shall be laid the blame on?

    Sly mind preaches,
    recruits
    willing hands
    faithfully execute.

    Thousands of questions
    always have the same answer
    hands get the sop
    and mind snatches the essence.

    Obdurate obeisance
    inherited blight upon men existence
    hands get another morsel
    and blear their own sight.

    Impending revolving glimpse
    mirage of revealing gleam
    when I open the door of truth
    the one of time closes
    the stronger the awareness becomes
    the more the speech withdraws.

    One question
    has thousands of answers
    solution spurned
    self feeding snarl

    from the windows I can only hear
    the swarming crowd
    from the windows I can only see

    dismayed, bewildered eyes
    from the windows I can only see
    the unprecedented loss
    from the windows I can only see
    caravans driven by
    thousands of disorientated
    Godots.

    Human interface to no god.
    Human interface to no god.

    Lyrics: Matteo B.
    Music: Matteo G. – Andrea P.