un percorso laterale. una fluida divinit. una convergenza stilistica. con il primitivo preistorico. l'attualit l'attualit. noia normale noia mortale. noia noia noia noia noia.
Sai che fortuna essere liberi. Essere passibili di libert che sembrano infinte. E non sapere cosa mettersi mai. Dove andare a ballare a chi telefonare.
The sign on the wall was the same before. The words are so loud, as they fall from your mouth. I know the miles are sure to come. . You needed an out, I needed a change.
I've searched the holy books. I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour. I've read the poets and the analysts. Searched through the books on human behaviour.
One morn I awakened. A new sun was shining. The sky was a Kingdom. All covered in blood. The moon and the stars. Where the troops that lay conquered. Like fruit left to wither.
I'm sitting here all alone I'm sitting with nowhere to go. Our days start to spin round so just let me know. . Why I should fight battles I have lost the will to face.
A long road ahead now awaits our chosen line. Slowly step-by-step we chase a better life. I hear their cries they tell me stay on track. But Ill try no looking back.
Riding this blackened life, this odyssey. Searching for the keys that set you free. From emptiness, futility, mountain of strength you can be. Stop hiding in the void, come ride with me.
The evil priest is calling me again. I stare into these walls and he comes through. Clergy of the damned, surround me, pointing hands. On my knees, I fall to their command.
We are the blind, dead, no eyes inside our head. Our senses lead us to your nightmare. Centuries of death we wear. Pharaoh's cross in dust we bare. Immortal horses slowly ride us to you.
Hmmm C22. These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop crew?. Naw, we just having some fun.. A little somethin' we wanna get done.. Anyone say a word, better shut your mouth biotch..
Tu tu tu. Tu ru ru ru. Tu tu tu ru ru ru. Tu tu tu ru ru ru. Tu tu tu ru ru ru. . Everythin' is beautiful. And nothin' hurts. You at all, you at all. .
Never ending story but the lesson went untold. She knew it all along If she just could. Take control of the situation, investigation. Try to tell the story, even though she couldn't take it.
No stone unturned. Your spurn is stoned. Lifeless and drowned. Liquid desire. Casual at best. Slow disinterest. To routine bound. Partially dressed. .
Those two lights are one,. With the brightest ever smile,. No way the way out,. And no resolutions.. One heady daze of fun,. Do you follow a child around?.
oi oi oi!. we are the fuckin' punx the the fuckin' streets. we are the fuckin' punx that make u get down on ur knees. u wanna fuck with us well we will meet you on the streets.
We're heading off to Europe for another fucking tour. Jacko in Scottland, can't understand a fucking word. No money in our pockets playing for the English punx.
American neurosis breeds a generation. Full of idiots to control and lack of education. . NO SOLUTION - NO CONTROL. . Store bought fixations. good at spending money but poor in conversation.
the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should be. the fucking system tells you how you fucking really should act. . chorus. stay punk stay free.
you dredge to work, put on your boots. your boss says you're a mess today. sometimes you feel like a rat in a cage. working so hard for minimum wage. .