2020 / Avantgarde Records
Recorded Summer 2019
Music: Ad Nauseam
Lyrics: Matteo B. – Andrea P.
2015 / Lavadome Productions
Recorded Summer 2014
Music: Ad Nauseam
Lyrics: Matteo B. – Andrea P.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.