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L
04:10
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What’s that noise he hears
It comes from the trap door
He shouldn’t have read E. A. Poe
Down the stairs step by step
He missed one he always does
He hits his head
The pope is dead
He stands up and switches on the light
He cannot believe his eyes
Sparkling clouds in front of him
Chestpain’d galaxies around
Odd fellows stare at him
Can he feel his body?
If only he had drank more milk
He could’ve felt his bones
If you wear latex clothes
Then your thoughts would flow
The light reveals a tiny circus
With an eye he spies in the pavilion
Behind the curtains he sees
Weird humanity
And women with flaws
Blemishes glitches bugs snags
A two-headed girl
A woman with three boobs
A bearded one and one with a hook
He falls in love with each one of ‘em
They geminate to create
A new strain of freaks
Pay attention because one day
They might get you
Making some noise
Through the trap door
Written by: Glass Furs (www.facebook.com/glassfurs)
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2. |
I
04:21
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Passing away
floating delay
truthful perceptions
deceitful illusions
I never felt this strength within me
not sure of being able to hold it
the wounds of the past cannot be drowned
even though every muscle seems to want it
Treatment relief
shutdown discharge
blinded belief
feelings enlarge
Union of the senses takes me away
it’s a matter of time it will all be the same
spontaneous fissions radioactive decay
increasing the soul nothing to blame
Written by: Pino Corpseborn
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3. |
B
04:01
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Hey there, I'm so late
Hope you'll forgive me
Let me take you to a fine spot
where I'll make sweet love to you
The only problem is
there's no such place in town
perhaps we won't lay down
Think woman, think!
where can I drive you
to make you scream?
Car sex is underrated
and pretty unsafe these days.
You'll probably get robbed
or cut in pieces anyway
I gotta push my mind over the limit
I'm gonna think this problem through
I kinda made a hundred miles
just to have sex with you
Think woman think
where can I drive you
to make you scream?
Written by: Doctors In Mexico
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4. |
G
04:36
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I've left Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain,
You'll always recover your burden
As Sisyphus always teach the highest of the faith,
It denies the Gods and raises the boulders
Nor sterile nor futile the universe
The climbing itself may fill the heart of a man
You'll always recover your burden.
A shameful tribute to Camus.
Written by: Filippo Cavallini.
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5. |
F
04:47
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I never stood up for you
and for that I'm sorry
Do you think I'm still in time?
I guess you won't answer
I now recall....
You're six feet under (the ground)
“No matter where your body lies”
I remember you once told me
“The whole point is to get out there
with people you would take a punch for”
And if it gets bad...
I'm gonna end up six feet under (the ground)
Written by: Doctors In Mexico
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6. |
E
08:55
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Here comes the king of liars
desperately alone, desperately safe
he’s one of the best friends
I've ever had
because he's myself
truly insane takes a breath
and comes out from the grateful death
in the void I’ve rescued one
cutting veins
instead of hair
so I won
the hardest battle.
She's looking at me
with constancy of desire,
it takes a kiss to lick her bones.
Graveyard screams murder
graveyard screams revenge,
despite you all
he can come back
when he wants.
Now the horizon
at the darkest hour
makes me higher.
Feel the total happiness
of a desperate soul,
everybody is the enemy
for sure i could
for sure i would
The junkie virgin
dances with me
it's a sin I will win
and disappear
beneath the heaviest curtain
of red velvet coagulated blood.
Written by: Elisabestia
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7. |
C
05:12
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BANG!
Drive quietly baby.
BANG!
Another bullet on the rear window of the car.
Shiny red mustang.
BANG!
all the money are safe now
mon amour
the caveau is empty
and your heart in the grave.
Motherfucking cops!
You bastards!
You killed my love
you killed my future
and now I’m alone
in the dark highway.
Now my heels are dirty.
When i buried you
I combined the soil with my tears.
My mom never cried for me,
stupid crazy bitch.
I’m following my bad behavior
I’m a bad girl
I know you want my lips.
Drive fast now baby
to the moon
to the father
to the lights of the city.
I will never run away alone
if I can’t have your luxury
I am a weak woman,
you always said to me:
“I will always love you, baby.
like I love money, drugs and sex”.
Please, my lord, forgive my gun now.
BANG!
The last shot
exactly in the center of the head,
blond hair, blood air.
I don’t have dresses for paradise.
I’m in hell now.
With all my money
all my fuckin gold
and my stupid love.
Rest in peace world
my life begins now.
Written by: Fcogzzi
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8. |
A
03:37
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When she set foot in yet another puddle,
she couldn’t help but to fall in it once again.
While mud was curling, piling up beneath her bare feet’s toes
with that familiar tickling, a buzz climbed her spine.
Up towards the hypothalamus, eyes closing:
letting all articulations shatter under their own weight,
filling with a deafening void (concave Hertz) her worn eardrums.
They acknowledge the overdose.
While the darkest rooms of the royal palace burst open
-malicious locks of doors always half-closed have unlocked again-
and opaque, synthetic lights race to reach every dusty corner of the soul,
the speed between synapsis increases.
Everything that’s shaped crumbles,
displaying the simply complex nature of the being.
If every answer is subatomic and global, why is it so easy not to look?
When she opened her eyes behind the dark curtains of the mind
she could still see the beautiful Lothlorièn before her.
Written by: Lorenzo Manfredini
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9. |
D
04:35
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Lucidity’s not an outcome of the way you think.
Sometimes it’s evident by the way you act.
Thinking too much usually saves you
from the most unpleasant situations
and condemn you when everything’s going great.
Under the effect of alcohol and drugs this doesn’t happen.
They accuse you of not being lucid but it’s not like that.
It’s right in that moment that everything’s clearer.
I believe there’s a rule, opposed to the Murphy’ Law, that I’ll call the “D Law”.
This law states that whenever you’re high or drunk
if anything can go well, sure as hell it will.
Nothing can stop you cause you simply think
that this can’t happen.
Your strength is tripled, you don’t feel pain or fatigue anymore.
This law doesn’t involve the ones around you, it is purely egocentric.
We’re talking about happiness and personal temporary satisfaction,
without caring about consequences.
It’s like: I’m stupid and lost in bullshit but I’m happy about it.
And when a dinosaur will enter your bedroom and tear you to pieces,
you won’t be able to even think that what you did was wrong
cause you’ll be already dead.
Written by: Andrea Trombetta – Beatroom DJ
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