I cross the mountains, I plane
I let myself glide over the breeze
slowly, grazing the woods and youll let me go
I jump down the stairwell, but the fall is soft
then I run away, free, untouchable
protected by spores.
Back to the parallel floor Im a psychosomatic prey
the more I think negative the more my life fades
here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office
drugged by sex or TV serials
bored by the umpteenth useless chat
just to see her once more under my balls.
Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts
subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure.
Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death
though sadly aware that its me the one getting progressively fucked.
Another bolivian guerrilla
piling up corpses of rich drug-dealers' wives
reduced to pieces by my unstoppable machete
a private apocalypse of rapes and blood
then serbian freedom-fighter torturing a yankee pilot
fallen with his invisible bomber right on my Orthodox Church
Back to the parallel floor Im a psychosomatic prey
as paranoias increase the spores die away
here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office
drugged by sex or TV serials
bored by the umpteenth useless chat
just to see her once more under my balls.
Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts
subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure.
Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death
though sadly aware that its me the one getting progressively fucked.
Peoples extinction comes true only in a non-synchronized planet
that roams in the universe,
the universe behind my eyes.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
