Sulfur Soap Fungal Infection

Area - Arbeit Macht Frei (1973)

Luglio, Agosto, Settembre (Nero)

Giocare col mondo facendolo a pezzi
Bambini che il sole ha ridotto già vecchi

Non è colpa mia se la tua realtà
Mi costringe a fare guerra all'omertà.
Forse così sapremo quello che vuol dire
Affogare nel sangue tutta l'umanità.

Gente scolorata quasi tutta eguale
La mia rabbia legge sopra i quotidiani.
Leggi nella storia tutto il mio dolore
Vedi la mia gente che non vuol morire.

Quando guardi il mondo senza aver problemi
Cerca nelle cose l'essenzialità
not my fault if your
reality forces me to make war on humanity '

Arbeit Macht Frei

In your misery

will recognize the significance of a
Arbeit macht frei.

Tetra economy
Daily humility
We are leaning more towards
Arbeit macht frei.

Awareness
Each time you will see more

What Arbeit macht frei.

Awareness

If one day you want your brain
You do what you already know:
dissolve hair, go up with me,
Travel lights in the sky between the stars, dance
steel cables that dumb, let
start your lift.
You then see the whole sordid reality

of a taboo that humanity has always lived without freedom

all love reduced to nothing
rests between the old monsters of mold
, Let your lift.
mercilessly crushes on the wall and your moral
you still want
caught between mediocrity
, Let your elevator
Let him go and take power.

The lips of time

Dentro di me
sale la rabbia sorda
che mi hai risvegliato tu
un mondo che non ho
L'uomo che ha perso
la sua animalità
nel buio bianco
di un'idiota idealità
Solo chi è nudo
riesce a capire
la tua forza muta
che comunica realtà
Facce sporche di paura
si nascondono nel buio
luci spente sugli altari
di una stupida umiltà
gesti, urla, rabbia, (gemiti),
(coiti), (vivere),
senza nulla dire
senza nulla fare
è un diritto che io ho....io ho.

240 Chilometri Da Smirne

Instrumental

The demolition of the Zeppelin

They all say it's my fault
traveling in the sky seemed drunk
inflated by the wind of a great power
A sound of steel has dropped in the fall
mud without style
They all say it's my fault
all play with the body
deflated by the wind that has no memory
They all say it's my fault,
the wind told me that I die.

Can I Die From Swallowing A Earring

Dedicato a Frazz - Semiramis (1973)

Shop of junk

Four-wire support
you barely holds the odyssey
sinful
found an outlet in the hands of a fantastic harlequin

From the story of the actors
remember the details

dolls in a coma in a shop to buy the
Featured with two faces
buys and sells the city

old merchant from the heart of ice
only stories you've deleted
in the shop with your name written
I only lost hopes

source but not a garden fairy
or avenues A fleet of fairy tale
many other items that no longer exist '

My kite is lost in the sky
dancing waltz that of a musician
failed replanted and dead

Funfair

I

remain at the center of a thousand light bulbs and buy


the stars and then pull them
target at which you sit in the mind tired

A theater
innocent dream that leaves you a thousand joys
deep I want to try
bright parts of reflections on the walls and blow

and try to land a coin copper


which would take two minutes to remember still

A zoo Glass

in my words that I can not stop buying the flower

covering the world
buy
the sky covering the world

And I see in the shadows beneath me crazy

run out of air in a
Glass Menagerie

For a busy street

The mannequins with eyes sunk in a vacuum, vacuum!
watching the world go by before
and wants of the glass eyes dreamy
In the center of a world away from the world he believes in, believes
E 'fear flowing blood
but falls before closing the road and buildings
from the front door, house!

Behind a paper door

And in the silence around me I find the simplicity
'
the personality'
my aggression '

Back
sky from my son alone in the room
burn my ideal tired
making love with a sheet laid on a casket
white
from which comes
reluctant
A spider a spider a spider a spider

Frazzi

Some time ago I thought

a winged horse that took you to the moon around the sun in a frozen sky
the clouds golden

You have so many characters in a world of cardboard
that overwhelms you with his false stories

Figures moving in the field
drawn on paper of a newspaper for children newborn

Basically what do I need to seek the truth '

Clown

My comedy
dies with his head bent
gently on the shoulder, shoulder

E 'finished the third act
' s over the play

come out! come out!
come out! come out!

love of a man with a beard

walking slowly with his cane on the road that rings

dark and empty promises to the gentleman who despises a dwarf

that tired trick in his circus
cries and falls in June 'The curtain

last light on a clown
only in the center of himself