Soundtrack to a post-atomic landscape

Annihilation

2010-07-18T05:47:00.000-07:00

It's so hard
to watch myself
lying awake
in a broken bottles bed.

I am,
you are.

You are
in me.

I'm not
anymore.

Get it out,
squeeze it till it bleeds
put it inside
again
again
again

I am,
you are.

You are
in me.

I'm not
anymore.

Eyes exchange a glance,
people exist,

but I am not anymore

...and i watch you corroding.

This opera by Dario Iosca is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribuzione-Non commerciale-Non opere derivate 2.5 Italia License.

Hic Sunt Leones

2009-12-20T05:53:00.000-08:00

Two steps from abyss
the shadows' hell

outfield voices
feed the fear

mass psychosis
paranoia

Victims of a xenophobic world

fighting against
shadows inside
your mind

shadows from which
escape before
being carried away
into the abyss.

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Requiem

2009-10-21T17:11:00.000-07:00

My eyes on
the corpses in the streets
which give into the sky

forever free
into oblivion

i watch it all die...

TELL ME.. HOW CAN
I PUT OUT THIS
FIRE INSIDE??

outrage like
a foot crushing your head
on the ground

the feelings
of an upcoming past
more than ever

closer and closer...

TELL ME.. HOW CAN
I PUT OUT THIS
FIRE INSIDE??

night falls
on this square
as blood spurts

on the eyelids

asking invain
for a dead justice

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Babylon

2009-07-30T12:49:00.000-07:00

Babylon dances on our almost dead idols grave
singing their prayers for a thriving future

while
we're keep on
shoutin invain

This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell

we'll die,glad not to have been overwhelmed by
flesh hamburger and cathodic lobotomies

...nothing
but mirrors
for skylarks

They'll dance on our grave
unaware
of being death.

This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell

All is

false

dull

fake

sterile

grey

rotten

dead.

DEAD.

Babylon born dead.

Dead..dead..dead..Babylon born dead..

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Stoning no. 1 - Panzo on the cross (B2)

2009-07-27T08:41:00.000-07:00

Riding a gay
the gay's my horse
with a talkin anus
don't watch Panzo's eyes

Make a selection
I need more space...

Walkin on a filter rag
hands in a flour bag

Fuck.
Shit.
Piss.

Zana make the light!
Werewolf at midday
“This is euthanasia
C'mon my friend, no fear!”

Make a selection
I need more space...

Walkin on a filter rag
hands in a flour bag

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Hellfire

2009-07-27T08:26:00.000-07:00

Among the flames
my comrades die

I hear their voices
asking help invain

They scream, they burn..
..while crying, they prey

but this is Hell
where God can't hear

In the hellfire

"From above
the great chief watches all,
watch me dying unarmed,
buried by burning flames"

Among the flames
living dead talks to me

disfigured human torches
now prey on his knees

For each man died
a woman cries

for each man died
a child has died

In the hellfire

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The Room of Smoke

2009-07-27T05:07:00.000-07:00

In the room of smoke
losing my life
watching the smoke
flowin away

In the room of smoke
dulled smiles, lightened joint
ideas falls down
I'm so weak, I know..

In the room of smoke
Satan laughs, God is dead
I become blind
...more blind than now

In the room of smoke
don't help me
in the room of smoke
...goddamn I'm stoned!

This opera by Dario Iosca is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribuzione-Non commerciale-Non opere derivate 2.5 Italia License.