CD 1
The prophecy
Hemisphere
Orwellian's landscapes
The 4th dimension
The same road between my eyes
Natural selection
Planets movement
Awaiting
Interesetting lines | CD 2
The undiscoverable absolute
Temple of heaven
In search of a cross light
Pay attention
Deep meditation
The river of silence
The last land |
| » The prophecy « |
In the beginning, the slow evolution of becoming remained uncontrolled, eras not conditioned by powers gratuitously masters of a universe that represent the eternal witness of rebirth, fallings and cataclysms fallen down on descents and immortal empires.
Man can be considered in the same way of a machine which receips and codifies various inputs for then eject them. Since the night of times he tried to interpret the natural phenomena which derived from his existence. The modern humans are in continuous run because pursued by their fears, the penetrating image of dark brings back to empty spaces to which time doesn't dare to evade, the key of every door is witness of a sort of distrust that unavoidably is handed on, even this last hypotesis can be associated at a receptive - reactive phenomenon that nevertheless risks to bring to self distruction of the species. This is a real prophecy.
Generations of stoical virtues
bands of wayfarers arrived from everywhere
Shall we ever be able to re - exume
old pomps of errant knights? |
| » Planets movement « |
The man who looks immensity
find mayfly every modern sorrow
we heirs of remot powers
are reflections hibernated of blood.
From a port-hole of a plane
I see mountains of polystyrene
epoch making convulsions
My intense sleep will go on
even in this unreal planet
hypersensorial instincts
in the hands of this fast time
The REM phase of existence
shows ghostly entities
my intense sleep will go on
I walk on Atropo's line
I'm an alchemist of a desert land
I'm going on beyond the point
where sky and water travel as one
While human being dispute on her own
and conformism is the dominant law
and planet's movement goes on
and millennia cancel our footsteps
My intense sleep will go on
even in this unreal planet
hypersensorial instincts
in the hands of this fast time
The REM phase of existence
shows ghostly entities
my intense sleep will go on
Heliocentric perspectivies
Hide behind sublime resistances
shiftly oppressions
The REM phase of existence
shows ghostly entities
my intense sleep will go on
Lustres of inactivity
bury old luminary virtues
powerless in front of decline
we take off the weapons in this dark silence |
| » Interesetting lines « |
I go ahead to ask myself
about the origin of the inborn gestualities
consequence of astral influences
or of millenary descents?
Algebric sums
relatable to tangible presences
such as theorems
enunciated by a relentless fate
in diametral anthitesis with another
intercecting line
keeper of alternative verities
The product of thousands of factors
which rise with the advance of times
where the complex mathematical variables
become synonymous of hystorical refluxes
But which kind of role does play the turning of the universe on the human implications
How much real or absurd in the inexplicable of the uncertain?
And which traces leave the planets on us?
The rationality nucleus of irrational
interchangeable hypothesis with unvaried final
But which kind of role does play the turning of the universe on the human implications
And which traces leave the planets on us? |
| » The undiscoverable absolute « |
I find myself in another dark room
closed with keys
nobody dare or want to pull me out
Now
my immense painful shout
is chocked in the blood
of your indifference
During my way I see only cloned souls
but I will continue to struggle against my windmills
I'm an errant knight and I've lost all the honours and the swords
I live prisoner in my continous wandering
My travelmates show an happiness
that haven't ever truly found
Pages too empty of substance
fill up the unending shelves of decadence
Wake up!
Don't you see that you have just fallen in the abyss?
Your certainty is disgusting to me
where is the authenticity of your feelings?
In my dreams I'm struggling against the flight of moments
that divide me from the X hour
I'm waiting for the last train out of time
but your hurry doesn't worry me
A padded dawn wake up me from this nightmare sleep
I'm not able to rise from this torpor
I can't belive
to your unreal being
beclouded gorges of your mind
were unknown to me till now
your decision disarms me
This huge cool make squalid every thing
This huge cool make squalid every place
All your words created false illusions
fomented by a mutual contemplation
I perceived the perfection in every soul geometry
at one step from the undiscoverable absolute
And so you have just created
another ghost today
How could you keep me in your hands!
Unaware to be put in the way
I seemed a robber stolen
of an original emotion by now buried |
| » In search of a cross light « |
Spirits rove suspended between
the vibrations of foreign bodies
unsormountable walls crowd my nights
spent to turn over in my mind the loss
Dust is above infrant souls
empty pages of a never red book
passages of a dark and gloomy labyrint
in search of a cross light
Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Wandering humbly I remember flashes of a past
wich doesn't belong anymore to my present
Lucubrations are re - echoing
producing long chain reactions
pulled off sensations find hard to get benefit
from scenic amnesias
Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Wandering humbly I remember flashes of a past
wich doesn't belong anymore to my present
Trascendental disorders deviate the thought
cosmic visions I'm intercepting from a corner of Heart
Improvvisations chocked by the silence of parts
Arranged by a demoniac entity
wich restricts the visuals
alike and opposite powers
influence vital lapses
It's usless to be exempted from utter
such univocal adfirmations
we are gigantographies of
infinitesimal universes
Bipolar phenomena
neutralize the persistent negativity
in a wide ascent in entities unperceptible
to the human mind |
| » Deep meditation « |
I should do what in my power
to stop this trouble for you
I'd let it should transmigrate
till to make me unarmed
Acromegaliac nightmares
come to the idea
that this repetition of instants
could find her
tombstone
The fear of the silence
breaks in my mind
consumes my souls
two deccased men argue about the meaning of life
The light of my tears
overhelms the shadity of flattering
I follow the track
of this unreal awaiting
Orwellian landscapes
surround us everywhere for the eternity
history has been delated
by an occult entity
Chemical reactions
continue to alternate
in this huge devlish whirl whithout allowing spares
of deep meditation
It'sheard to utter
about the peremptoriness of
highest scourge
delegate to inquire into the deep of our thoughts
Virtual prophets divert
declassed descents to automations
which camouflage their egos
for mere survival |
| » The last land « |
I'm still victim of my worms
I'm going to surrender
Before the ineluctability of time
I threw my years away
An earthquake ruined my existence
In the same time
My unconscious goes across hell and I
Can't get ride of this empty space
Trayectories escape out of control
This tedious presence drags me away
I woke up in this vale of tears
I lost my light
My ego torn with pain
Can't resist against this grief
It rains ever on wet
In this arid land
Huge lacks of memory
Crowd my remembrance
Trayectories escape out of control
This tedious presence drags me away
The daylight is still too far
But I'm sure I'll be able to smell it
I know it's here
A perfect hypotenuse uproots minds
Other sun systems
Are watching us
At last it's time to wake up
Cause of
Obscure alchemies
I can't
Catalyze you
Waiting
I am searching for
Your deep
Neighbourhood
Thousands miles far from me
My dead eyes cover the same way
I will sourvive
Somewhere
In this piece of world
I will find
My last land
I'll go
to other places
I'll be born
Again
I've understood that I must be what I am
Don't take care of what you think of good and evil
Fuck your image and your rules
What I should do to be cool
I don't want to become as you want me
Because you have lost yourself
Why you force me to agree with your will?
You can't have my soul and my pride
You try in every way
Not to be cut off
Your conformism is a sort of unfitness
Don't be afraid you'll be fulfilled
The road which carries to empyrean
Is too far from this long night
Trayectories escape out of control
This tedious presence drags me away |
