For that viper that grows inside your head she remains there waiting to be fed self made parasite speculating about the end
(I ask you)
Can you forgive her?
Back into the womb of this holy woman else pregnant of an entire breed of men afraid to create, (to) take place and to proceed
(I ask you)
Can you forgive them?
They promised me a miracle a private god for me to hold
Can you forgive me?
They promised me a miracle someone to really really love
Can you forgive me?
Your handmade god is back into your womb
Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy of creating a god that sees what I see, looks exactly like me, rather what I (what I) wanted to be
Can you forgive me?
For that viper that grew inside my head for having betrayed you so well
Can you forgive me?
They promised me a miracle when all my crimes will be just one but now is gone. They promised me a miracle. Back to your womb it feels so cold.
3. 2econd Skin
Crawl me into your second skin and teach me everything
(Second skin)
Through your eyes a voyeur Through your veils of a visionaire talk to me about those things no other soul would care.
(Second skin)
Outcast all the colours that I still have Camouflage me so I can fall and stand somewhere between an underrated angel and all those citizens marked with X-sex.
(Second skin)
Tissue apart and right to the heart teach me the wonders of your moral blade so I can stand still when you have to kill all that was yours before and now has to fade away
Draw me the fine line between religion and crime You are one more son of a God you can never be wrong but aren't we all?
As we sit and wait for the serpent to bite our very own tale (As I sit and wait for the serpent to bite my very own tale)
(Second skin)
4. abYsmo
Men with both roots and wings they tie us down and ask us to leave they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke
Men with both roots and wings at a singular voice we moan our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke
we sleep between the storm that was and the storm which has to come
We've learnt to learn everywhere and the very own nature has taught us to wait difference does sound like sin ,equality reliefs and that fame ryhmes with hate yet everything is fair on the intervals of your death
misguided demons or forthcoming heroes each one with an important name nothing else than an important name.
Men with both roots and wings at a certain time we are one our litlle tricks, our innocence stubborn
Men with just little wings, men with just little minds Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds
sleeping between the storm that was and the wind which fails to come [(and finally)] blow us away.
5. Flesh
Have you ever loved a woman who instead of give or trade would seduce you with a trade have you ever loved this man?
6. Magdalene
Have you ever loved a woman who should be that little intruder in the one that you should be
Share the snake with us, swallow the snake (for) us...
Have you ever loved a woman who instead of give or take would seduce you with a trade
Share the snake with us, swallow the snake (for) us...
You have learnt heaven through impure lips so different from what you have been told so different from what you have seen
and now that you learnt you will have to release the tender arms of a woman which would have strangled you to let you live you will have to elect (choose) the fainting arms of this cross which are just killing you to let you live...
Share the snake with us, follow the snake with us...
7. The Vulture Culture (Gloria Domini)
Would you pay by surprise? Feasting on the dead's cultures? And Christ what should I say more? But honestly, I love that
yes, everyone has a price why is everyone so suprised ? and there is always a claw at the end of each hand they strecht down to help you (they) strecht down to hurt you
look at me and see your child (had you been this good child) (and) learn from your little girl as she suicides once more and then you have failed to be there too involved in tuning the world's daily lecture on the vulture culture
(God has surprise I really had - had to watch the .... But when I'm offered of dead cultures I can't see anymore I have to lie)
Everything has its price is everyone satisfied ? Let me show you my sex at the palm of each hand it goes back and protects you it ends up fucking you
just tune me once more and just try me once more just turn me on just tune me once more
just try me once more just drive me once more just turn me on just tune me once more
sell me out, sell me out, sell me out, sell me...
Yes, everyone has a price Yes, everything is a prize Let me show you my suprise, let me show you my suprise
does it turn you on to keep on tuning on this vulture culture ?
Vulture Culture - are you satisfied ?
Let ME show YOU my suprise...
8. E666U666R666O666T666I666C666A
(a hell of a place)
Let me welcome you to that special place where EVERYONE is YOURS (Let me welcome you to that special place) and (where) YOU are EVERYONE'S
(Eurotica)
Let me welcome you to that special place where EVERYONE is SANE Let me welcome you to that special place where YOU are EVERYONE'S
(Eurotica)
Let us spare you the GRIEF that to BE YOURSELF might bring You are here to be AMUSED maybe confused or misused to be a living METAPHOR of this MODERN, great swing Just DRINK and EAT and do not FORGET to play always SAFE INTERCOURSE
(in this human sized and human shaped zoo)
WE do not mind to PROGRESS alone WE do not mind to take it on, (WE do not mind) to take CONTROL WE do not mind to be YOU.
(Eurotica)
E666U666R666O666T666I666C666A
where I wanna be where I wanna live
9. Mute
Approach and try to live me backwards then without looking behind surviving is somewhat confusing although I never mind
if only silence could ever talk how loud will be the voice of this sincerely yours, violently yours
without you I am mute without you, raped and nude (without you) [No] (while you are the) one can touch me like I do
If only you could crawl by yourself and release me from all your weight would I still love you to the point of hate?
Cherish my guilt and then juggle with it that paper Jesus on your bedroom wall will bleed us to redeem
Without you I am mute without you, raped and nude, (Without you) [no] (while you are the) one can hurt me like you do
I want to know how it feels to proceed without sharing it your devil disguise is breaking your face is now so crude conscious blind and deaf and mute it is the only way to be just near of you it is the only way to show myself to you
Without you I am mute raped and nude, without you...
10. deKadance
Tomorrow will (you) I wake up? and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds Tomorrow will you (I) wake up? and from my mouth will flee a song
Tomorrow I will wake up with this strange need of not to belong Tomorrow I will wake up just to copy whatever is wrong
Tomorrow I will wake up in a cage of perfect gold Tomorrow, will I wake up? hope in tongue, golden song
Tomorrow, I will wake up with an innate appetite (to be one of yours) to be just one of yours
Tomorrow I will wake up and try everything not to be alone Tomorrow will I wake up? and try everything to be alone
Incise, open wide from the inside cast out, see what is still left of (life) live Secure for me the status of a prime suspect Tying the hands of a blindman Teaching the colours to a blindman and ask him to react, and ask him to react
Tomorrow I will finally feel a natural (natural) will of being artificial
(Tomorrow i will feel)
into Decadance with elegance.
11. Let The Children Cum To Me...
Hey you little Jesus bride why have you smiled to me? Hey you little Jesus bride why have you sang to me ?
They say that God is inside us all, and sometimes He is not in the way that I have preached for to wish to but God is my lover and I love him too
He acts in mysterious ways He has such mysterious shapes I know them all from inside out and in one by one I do believe - no matter how
and They say the tongue who prays is the tongue which licks and that the ones who kneel in four shall stand to be loved by God without having the grace to see who is behind them now, wearing God's face
the Judgement day is not ever far away but to how many did it came long before the puberty
Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you smiled to me? Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you sang to me ?
as they select themselves and cut in innocent flesh what Jesus really meant by: "Let the children come to me..."
Hey you little Jesus bride, be my wife, be my wife...
12. The Hanged Man
Put your arms around my neck just like a pathetic lace of death displays like a tarot deck I am the card of the hanged man
and here I stand with a flame on my hand do you understand?
If there is hope for me she is flirting with the breeze on a peculiar choreography with the dead arms of some old southern tree
silently, lips sealed against me silently, wanna walk with me?
And it makes you wanna know if in all the stories the truth is really told
And it makes you wanna reborn and like a snake crawl every warm season Into a different form
When you can still kill me, when you can still cure me. Cure me.
Put your lace around my face just like a fairytale through the blank of my closed eyes you can foresee the rope within
And it makes you wanna know how deep have you truly flown
And it makes you wanna ride through the fake suicide of someone already dead inside
Still you walk with me, silently
And it makes you wanna disclaim something you had really never learnt
And it makes you wanna stay forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man
Here I stand. To understand. Violently. I have you with me.
13. 13
(We were happy to have you with us tonight and hope you'll come back often.)
