Tied and nailed piece of flesh. Tormented new object. Incision, merciless. Scientific bloodshed. . Christ pose looks grotesque. Martyrized, innocent. Novelty, dismemberment.
Digital eyes. Scanning your lives. Through the walls. Into the minds. . Watching your moves. No place to hide. Analized. Scrutinized. Tyranny. Of technology.
Bloodshed starts twisting and raging. Driven by dirt hidden inside. Fear turns to hatred the core depraved. Desperate people ready to join the lines. .
Cancerous. Widespread. Religious Disease. Brainwash. Ignorance. Controlling the weak. . Twisted Messages. Forgotten Meaning. Close Minded. Intolerant.
eyes without life. hypnotizing black stars. brains without bodies. artificial intelligence. . a world cold as ice. my world. a world cold as ice. a world COMPUTERIZED.
As a dreamer. I've had my moments as a visionary. I've solved every riddle with ease. Made easy work of the puzzle that's me. Seen from within what is seen from without.
Utterance of a word to give form. to give being all. corrupted by aeons of interpretation. misinterpretation of all. . No longer a path back to that which once was.
[All artists are subjected to the same social prejudices. It's a fight 'til]. [the bloody end so hang on in there. Fuck the rituals]. . My godform's a potent reality.
Drowning in a crowd. Drowning in the sound. An island from within. Silence flooding in. . I am silent. I am still. I am silent. Island within. . Silent as a shrine.
Everywhere you see my trace. Of my creation journey through the space. The secret of the big bang's mine. The science master of all time. If you really want to leave this hell.
Let me introduce myself, the avenger from the past. This is not a joke at all, from the other side of the grave I call. You both were my parents. You killed me when I was still small.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . Corpsex two. the new menu.. Mixed fingers, salad and dessert. and a new secret ingredient.. . Corpsex two. the new menu.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . Today for dinner beef. But is it really beef?. One product I do want on my table. Corpsex. Mixed fingers, salad and dessert.
Even in the initial stages of contact between European Christians and. Native Indian people the stage was set for ethnocentrism, and the. attitude towards the Indians was that of Christian superiority. The.
Falling down, entering nowhere. Between our world and realm of death. I'm a drifter through unknown lands. Search for an exit out of this place. . The [Incomprehensible] life so fragile it was heard as.
I went down to the station, just to take a ride. I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. . Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band.
I see right through your mind. I see your kind, I know your game. Surviving on the soul of a song. . Please tell me how you escape. From the guilt that should eat at your mind.
Your face is hiding deep inside my mind. Your touch is on my tongue. Your face is in the deepest depths of my eyes. The eyes inside of my soul. . Once I was free but now I am trapped.
You are everything I would. You are found in what I do. As the moon passes slowly by. We say our words and then we cry. A little bit 'cause we do belong.
Afraid to stop and catch your breath?. You know I'm right behind you. I guess, some time you'll have to rest. And I'll be there to push you through. .