Bliss/Martyrdom

Posted in Uncategorized on maggio 6, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

She took my eyes away
giving me a new sight
and i have seen things
I had never seen before

And i’ve tear apart my ears
to feel the silence mine
and i’ve learned new words
completely unknown to mankind

Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
Mother of the awakening
Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
despite the rain and the wind

Oh, thank you for the gift you’ve given,
Mother of the awakening
thank you for the gift you’ve given,
i’ve dug it in my skin

Annunci

Jacobin Fever

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 29, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

Here’s the stench of doom
I’m gonna puke on you
That’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna throw out on you
Here light is always fake
Angels are pedophiles
You guys are rotting from the inside
Here things are going worse day by day
The smell of mental death is suffocating
When everyone seems to be doped
It’s time to yell again, revolt!

Yell and run, burn your flags
Raise your arms, be jacobin!

All you, masters! All you, slaves!
All you, butchers! All you, “sane”!
All you, fascists! All you, commies!
All you, anarchists! All you, politics!
All you, “normals”! All you, “alternatives”!
All you, monkeys! You, perverted!
All you, straights! All you, fags!
All you, hypocrites! All you, dead!

Yell and run, burn your flags
Raise your arms, be jacobin!

Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Be jacobin!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Organize!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Keep yelling on!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms

Be jacobin!

Gehenna

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 29, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

The sky is purple shaded
Of ultraviolet rays
The nuclear sun once came
And took our fevered sons away
At first, the cold war came
It caught us unaware
And before we could discern,
We doomed the human race to death
We’ve been so greedy and now
We’re agonizing through our dust
Crackling thunders,
The sound of our nuclear dusk

A new sun has set,
Uncaring ‘bout our faults
And ‘bout our dying breed
Uncaring ‘bout our worthless needs
Another day, still the same
Walking on the nuclear plains
Hour by hour, waiting
For death to take us all away
Dried out rivers, poisoned air
Slags and worms everywhere
Dust and radiations
This is our prophecy

We’ve disowned everything
We’re sons of truth
We took what we deserved,
There’s nothing left to do.

The nuclear sun has come,
The nuclear sun we called for,
The Hell we summoned
We’re victims and assassins
The nuclear sun has come,
The nuclear sun we called for,
The Hell we’ve recreated,
The reaper we created

We’ve disowned everything
We’re sons of truth
We took what we deserved,
There’s nothing left to do.

Blood is no more valuable
Blood is no more valuable
Blood is no more valuable
Blood is no more valuable

Ashtray Head

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 29, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

Please get away from my ashtray head
‘Cause too much damages have been done
Too much shit that tv spread
Too much noise – Please leave me alone!
Stains of politics on the floor
Left-wing? right-wing? I don’t know!
This confusion’s all your fault
So get away, don’t bother me anymore!

Please get away from my ashtray head
‘Cause too much scars are dulling me
Please me, trick me, cure and crucify me,
Pest, please stop infesting me!
White noise, everywhere! Anytime!
The mediatic parasites’s buzz
White noise, everywhere! Anytime!
Give it up!
I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!

My prediction, malediction
Is meant to be cried out loud
So gents, please, read the instructions
And unleash your rage, here, now!

My God, somebody help me!
They are dismembering me!
They’re skinning me alive!
They’re eating everything!

Something lies behind your eyes
That feeds your reconstruction
Self-conservation instinct saves you
From your self destruction
So listen to the yell that born
Within you, feed it, let it grow
And then release it, powerful!
To blow the ashes all away.

Sylicon Knives

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 29, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

I’m wounded by sylicon knives
while watching egg-like eyes
exploding in dirty white
new eyes givin’ a burning dye
I’m wounded by sylicon knives
and tasting the biterness of shame
Alone between those whispering walls
I spread my icon everywhere

I let it unprotected
exposed to the violence
of the thousand shapes around
They wound it with no sound

Discovering new ways of self-destruction
totally unconsciously
all my friends are dressed in white
all my sons are sylicon knives

Breathing contraddiction
lookin’ this moony day, this sunny night
all those weeps, they’re all lies
all their sons are sylicon knives
‘tween iron blocks, a piece of glass
torn by life, without a past
all my friends are shaped by shame
all my friends are sylicon made

I feel so unprotected
exposed to the intemperies
of the weather all around
i’m choking with no sound

Discovering new ways of self-destruction
totally unconsciously
all my friends are dressed in white
all my sons are sylicon knives
Discovering new ways of self-destruction
totally unconsciously
all my friends are dressed in white
all my sons are sylicon knives

My shiny blood calls the wolves of sin…
They are still hungry of me…

I am unprotected
exposed to the violence
of the thousand shapes around
i’m bleeding with no sound

Withered Woods

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 22, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

I’ve always known your eyes
But I’ve never seen your face
And now, everything is dying
Melting through the trees
I’ve always thought of you
But we weren’t close enough
I know, it’s just an excuse
We’re lost and barely found

Welcome to our withered woods
Where every day we die
Welcome to our withered woods
Where every day we fall apart

All these trees are swords
Nailed to the ground
All these trees are tombstones
Of a worldwide burial ground
All those trees are spears
Nailed to our chests
Columns of a monument
To the splendour of the dead

Welcome to our withered woods
Where every day we die
Welcome to our withered woods
Where every day we fall apart

“So close and distant, I stared at your eyes
And realize we were not alone as we tought
We just felt too tired
To save all that really worths”

All we had to say
Is lying in decay

We fall apart
We fall apart

Heart Full Of Wine

Posted in Uncategorized on aprile 22, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

A young lady was lying on a chair
Her skin was pale and dry
All cracked up and translucent,
A chrysalis of glass
Her hands were joined, her fingers coiled,
She was all wrapped in dust
Between her arms and her ribs, a hole
Her heart was full of loss

She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine

Sad visions from her life
Are haunting this abandoned house
From the walls to the bleak garden
Everything seems to be wrapped in the past
She passed so many hours thinking about his hands
They should have been so soft and smooth
He was already dead, in her womb

She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine

She passed the line between pain and love
Her blood turned black and sweet
‘Cause her heart was wine
Her hands were nailed between each other
She lost a piece of her fragile soul
With her dead child, it’s gone
Her heart was wine
Her heart was full of wine

She cried so many times
Thinking about his hands
Silently, she died alone
Abandoned

Her life breath seemed to spread
To the plants around her house
Devouring it like a rotting corpse
Life and Death have never been so close

She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine