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Negativa
02:15
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Si spengano le luci e cali su di voi il sipario
Si abbassino le voci e udite l'urlo del silenzio
Spalancate gli occhi a questo misero scenario
Siate i benvenuti nell'infinito baratro
Nessuna speranza, per nessuno
Nessuna salvezza, per nessuno
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2. |
We All Suck
04:28
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Have you ever betrayed anybody’s trust?
Have you ever thought of abusing someone?
Have you ever faked, cheated, stolen, hurt, abandoned?
Have you ever sown the seed of discord?
Have you ever wished anybody’s death?
Have you ever thought of killing someone?
Have you ever ruined, corrupted, humiliated, swindled?
Have you ever felt your conscience burning?
There’s always a reason to feel ashamed
Our skeletons in the closet
We all suck – however
So don’t you think you’re better
No distinction at all
We should f*ck off and die
Everybody in every time
So let’s face the truth
Accept the fact that we all suck
Have you ever offended intentionally?
Have you ever lost your own mind?
Have you ever bribed, feigned, hated, disrespected?
Have you ever led to self-destruction?
There’s always a reason to feel ashamed
Subjugated by morality
Learn the silence
It doesn’t hurt you
You harm so much since you were born
Learn the fuckin’ silence
The best thing to do
We’re motherfuckers since we were born
We all suck – however
So don’t you think you’re better
No discrimination at all
We should f*ck off and die
Everybody in every time
So get it in your fuckin’ head
Accept the fact that we all suck
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3. |
Venereal
04:58
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Lick me all over – Your tongues
Clean me up taking off all the pain and wounds
Strip off the clothes and every taboo
For all's fair in love and screw
Call me bitch I don't care – Venereal
I wanna feel it all, life is the real slut
Call me bitch I'm aware – Venereal
A raped mind, a satisfied cunt
All's fair in love and screw
You think you are, but I'm the one who abuse
Desire's curse, erotism heroin
It's like poison through my heart
Through my veins
But my soul is so hard to penetrate
But my hell is so hard to simulate
Venereal lifestyle
Venereal state of mind
All's fair in love and screw
You already know what I want you to do
Saliva on flesh, lasciviousness
A fucking torment through my head
Through my lips
Lick me all over – Your tongues
Clean me up taking off all the pain and wounds
Lick me all over – Your tongues
Are all fair in love and screw
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4. |
The Flesh Party
05:05
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Pump the volume, party hard
Don’t you care of all the blood
Take a seat on my right side
This could be the last time
Pump the volume, party hard
Don’t you care of all the blood
One another we are hungry
The flesh party is starting
Step inside, have no fear
Welcome to the last supper, my dear
Fellow dinner or main course
You know the flesh is weak, no exceptions
How much life coming to an end
But nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed
Tonight is gonna be the night
So are you ready to taste such delight?
You won’t resist
Become the beast
Let’s start the feast
The flesh party
Here’s no dinner, here’s no banquet
We devour here – We mangle
Close the door, we’re all in there
Dog eat dog, man eat man
The flesh party
The flesh party starts
The flesh party starts now
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Saving all I could save
Backup, restore, upload, refill
Now I could catch paradise
With a skyscraper of dollar bills
The knife which you cut with is mine
The rope and the chair, the razorblade
The bullet in your head's enemy is mine
Everything is mine
The fault of your downfalls is mine
TV, web, press, government, finance
The foul air that you inhale is mine
You can be mine too
Empty, empty
I can’t stop emptying your souls
Now filled with oblivion
Guilty, guilty
Do you feel guilty to know
That mankind’s my throne to sit on?
Empty, empty
I can’t help emptying your souls
I’m filled with dominion
Guilty, guilty
Do you feel guilty to know
That you’ve put me here and now I can’t stop?
The pill that you swallow is mine
The pins, the needles and the hypodermic
That pretty white dust that you sniff is mine
Everything is fine
The poison in your throats is mine
The infection, the virus and the disease
The tumor in your dying tissues is mine
Everybody is going to die
I keep wanting more, motherfuckers
I deafen society with my white noise
Keep out from my empire, motherfuckers
Only I can take delight in these toys
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6. |
Hate And Psyche
05:01
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Evolution kept the instinct
So don’t curb it, let it do
I choose hatred to reach knowledge
Are you with me to improve?
Show your teeth
Can you feel the fuckin’ pain
When it’s only inside your head?
No one else could understand
Love is numb, just atrophies
And makes you feel so incomplete
Anger cleanses mind and body
Hate and psyche: a single thing
It’s only me
Hate and psyche can set me free
Now leave me be
Hate and psyche: a single thing
It’s only me
Hate and psyche can set me free
Now leave me be, come on
Rage is not the usual symptom
It’s the unique real cure
That feeling forced to be calmed down
Is the one that gives freedom
Hate And Psyche – It’s only me
Hate And Psyche – Can set me free
Hate And Psyche – To show your teeth
Hate And Psyche – Now leave me be, come on
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7. |
Self-Worship Doctrine
04:22
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You eat the apple of sin
After your first breath of life
Baptized without will, judged without crime
Dazed by an altar
Anesthetized by mannequins
You are slaves of others' amused bullshits
All in his name
A word is just a sound or a sign
A waste of life
Searching for the own decay
Pray yourself inside
Worship yourself ‘til you die
Make up for lost time
Become what you needed
Become your destiny
Raise now from these lies (Realize, realize)
Ascend yourself as divine
Take control of your life (Realize, realize)
You are your own evidence
Your own sacrifice
Every time you look up
Every time you fall on knees
Poor of thoughts, bereaved of experiences
You equalize your naive acts
You move afraid with your ethics
A puppet-show entangled in mere rhetoric
Your God is electricity
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8. |
Angel On Vicodin
05:57
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This is no romance
This is no fairytale of dreams
(Oh my) Hurt angel
Is this your perfect world?
This is not the long awaited happy ending
(Oh my) Hurt angel
Is this what you looked for?
A curse between me and you
The aura and the lips are turning blue
I trample on your stained plumes
With you everything is so perfect for me
The will now is getting weak
The screams, the bruises, the blood that I lick
Wings are withering and sick
With you everything is so perfect for me
You could never fly away from here (Help me)
You’ve never really wanted to save yourself from me
(Save me)
You never ever felt the pain for real
You never missed anything in your need
You wish your wounds would never heal
Now take your fuckin’ pills
Your pretty divine face to slap
A skin to scratch, a back to stab
You bleed but your soul is numb
With you everything is so perfect for me
Our heavens are not the same
I bite, I cut, you drive me insane
You sew up and I open again
With you everything is so perfect for me
You belong to me whore
I am your monster, I’m your bad wolf
You belong to me whore
Don’t run away, I want fuckin’ more!
You will never fly away from here (Help me)
I’ve never really wanted to save you from my fury
(Save me)
I caused you every kind of pain for real
I broke up your life just for my own need
I wish your wounds would never heal
To give your fuckin’ pills
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9. |
In Apocalypse We Trust
04:20
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In apocalypse we trust – Yes we can
You’re surrounded by sham
It is everywhere
Don’t trust us, as we don’t trust
Either you or anybody else
Because faith fails
F*ck me – before I f*ck you more
F*ck world – all over rotten to the core
F*ck life – restart with extinction
F*ck all – we just want Armageddon
We wanna see only dust
In apocalypse we trust
In apocalypse we trust – Don’t believe
Even you and least of all: me
Is it all clear?
So use ‘cause you shall be used
Every good-looking thing hides deceit
We such bad seeds
People are means for your own salvation
We are links to our self-deception
The future is easy to set up and fix
Just trust in apocalypse
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10. |
Trauma In Mi Minore
04:48
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[instrumental]
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11. |
Tabula Rasa
07:41
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Solo resti delle illusioni
Nelle mani non hai altro che polvere
Non ti puoi nemmeno nascondere
Vorresti uscire, vorresti finirla qui
Vorresti vivere come in realtà non puoi
Ma se sei qui è perché tu lo vuoi
Io sarò con te fino in fondo
Nel buio, nel fuoco
Non si torna indietro
Il paradiso è sempre stato vuoto
Dentro l’anima
Dentro un abisso perfetto verso il nulla
Solo un distorto effetto della realtà
Non lo puoi sentire
Non c’è niente
Non c’è via d’uscita
Tutto alla fine diventa tabula rasa
Non importa quale futuro
Dietro a te lasci solo macerie
Ma esistere è un battito d’ali in mezzo al niente
Neanche morendo ti sentiresti al sicuro
La luce è vinta dalle tenebre
Le falsità sono da sempre nostre vertebre
Io sarò con te fino in fondo
Nel buio, nel fuoco
Non guardare in alto
Anche l’ultimo raggio si è spento
Nessuna speranza, per nessuno
Nessuna salvezza, per nessuno
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12. |
Lift Me Up [Moby cover]
04:21
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[Moby cover]
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Synapsyche Italy
SYNAPSYCHE are:
*KATATRONIK:
vocals + lyrics
*MANNEQUINETIK:
music + synths
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