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I'm screaming aloud one more nightmare I'm crazy
I'm dying blood in my face I'm falling down. Into an empty space.
Somebody is following me a man behind me: kill me !
Do it now kill me right now, once again 17 nightmares.
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Far away days ghosts of the past
being able to clean away even the last memory.
Hidden in the mind a destroied
feeling anger and defeat.
Far away days a past that won't come back,
but the mind runs to follow a dream,
a well known face appears suddenly,
how long I have waited for you.
Far away days won't longer come back,
far away days they will no longer come back,
far away days too far,
far away days.
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Ehi boy have you got a god?
Ehi boy have you ever been in a church?
"Religion is the drug of people", an istitution of power.
Christ was poor and hangry but the Pope goes around the world with his
personal jet.
You know the Vatican's richness while African children can't eat anything.
ACR - AMEN - ACR - AMEN.
It submits ignorant people, magic rituals superstition, fear of death.
Holy religious wars how much blood runs slowly without any reason.
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I want to be without words
tears in my eyes anger in my heart.
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With closed eyes,
going away
different realities,
our life
succeding in filling
empty spaces
surrounded by darkness
I remain STILL.
STILL for a while,
alone, often I have remained
admiring antonished
what is round me
as with in circle
my nightmares
will chuck with a cry,
my life is running
like a train on the rails of a street
that is called insecurity
in my mind
so strange sensation
I find myself in open spaces
how much do I want to fly
to float on this SHIT!
My body wonders
without any directions
I īm getting mad now!
My mind wonders
without any directions
I īm getting mad now!
I must walk
in this rain
to find a way
to be able to stay STILL, CLOSED!
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Look at my eyes,
they are full of sadness;
look at my life,
you are so far from me;
look around you,
too much injustice;
look into yourself,
what fuck do you want to find?
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Throwing away the frangments of a life without meaning,
a life sorrounded by imposition, planned attitudes.
hypocrite smiles, disgusted faces.
Bending my head to suffer again.
Revenge: the only thing you have!
Revenge: the only thing that remains to you!
Revenge: burns in the heart!
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I have no pounds
and I live in Down Town.
I have a little brain
and my life is full of pain.
I have no hate
and I love my broken SKATE !!!
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
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Don`t look for truth because you wouldnīt understand
what is at the other side of the wall, behind that door.
A very different world, certanly different from yours,
there is a shadow following me and I`m following it.
Iīm talking to her,
but she canīt understand me;
Iīm looking for her:
SHE DOESN'T KNOW DARKNESS!
You canīt go away!
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Living for me is surviveing
maybe you don't know basta..basta..bastard !!
Living for me is surviveing
look at me and you will quickly understand.
Demagogy, lack of education,
to much shit on television.
Exploitation, unemployment
are my nation's pride.
Anarchysm, social revolution
are my only ideals.
Against power, against bad information,
the only way SELF MANAGEMENT.
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C@57&11@#i stop removals
and don't piss the squatters of Turin
that go by roofs to fight,
you and your municipal council: bastards !
You use to steal on abandoned places: bastard !
C@57&11@#i fuck off !
I belive in taken places (squatt)
anarchy and self management,
police and cops
let bad luck go away: bastards !
Shit cops fuck off !
C@57&11@#i fuck off !
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Again that shiver runs on your back
beautiful sensation the rebel inclination (soul),
your life is running on a barbed wire
no regrets for your past time.
My strength comes from yours own words:
MAYBE SOMETHING WILL SAVE US AGAIN !!
Hate remains you can't tread on it
we will stand up again
till the end of life.
My strength is a scream of diperation:
MAYBE SOMETHING WILL SAVE US AGAIN !!
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Hard times, big repression, another fuckin' politician on TV,
fuckin' "news" that is hypocrite and fascist, my anger grows up more and
more.
Open your eyes and try to think: there are too many people in the world
that want to fuck you;
look behind yourself and never stop and the walzer will play....
Give me some space, a place that can be mine
the social revolution takes place in the suburbs.
Don't tell me I'm crazy I only want to fight
to change my life....ANARCHY !
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