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• Lesion - Stampin' Ground
• Useless Thoughts - Lesion
• Life's Longing Moments - Lesion
• Class 'a' Human - Lesion
• Shadows Shadows (part Ii) - Lesion
• Shadows Shadows (part I) - Lesion
• Amorphous Forms - Lesion

You'll reap what you sow
The sky is a new shade of war
The colour of meat rent raw
This conflict's innocents
In heaps of twitching limbs
Mouths stretched in silent screams
What becomes of their dreams?
Dulled eyes plead to the sky
Witnesses to this genocide
The men slaughtered
Before their families' horrified stares
The women dead and raped
Mouthing their futile prayers
But it's the children's eyes
That burn into my mind
And drag me sweating from nightmare
The land now a scape of sores
Blistered by countless wars
Earth tears, oozing like pus
Congealing in civilisation's dust
As cold...
As governments who deemed to piss
Our consciences lie rigormortised As cold...
As the governments who deemed to piss
Upon the twitching corpse of human rights

My shadows thrown out over me,
ALone on my knees.
I'm going to beat my head several times
For I wanna destroy myself...
...But I know that I haven't the heart to do it.
I'm the frailest guy
Cutting blades are flying and scratch in my brain.
I open my eyes and I see the blood.
My wounds have no way to heal.
My hopes will have to wait
In order to know what shade life is...
...I hope I won't be as I've always thought about it.
I hope it keeps a tight hand on me,
I'd live walking thoughtless
But the tears dropped
Lie in the way, ready to drown me.
I look at theat wonderful landscape
Thinking of those voices I've got in my arid garden
And then I compare.
I know, I'll know everythong from that easy glance
I won't understand...

When black deep eyes keep lowered softly,
And pick up a part of the world's misteries.
A wild wave calls love back and the source of that love
Makes it to respect.
Passion means the responsibility of this forceful times
Which going by, burn themselves as we entangle with them.
When you look at the world with its garbage, from a fast carriage,
You wonder which home is. Home? Maybe those lights in the distance
That as a child I traced in the air with a finger, creating the form
Of the naive fantasy.
...Life's longing moments...
It's between mind and hair that I try to taste the honey
Which is in them, and for this reason I feel ill from passion.
In these moments I'd give a caress to everything but
My hands are too small.
Is the violent cruelty of words and thoughts which sits
In nice small hands when my heart's without virtue.
I realize that this is not a real cruelty but an imprudent passion.
...Life's longing moments...
...Life's longing moments...
The poetry is sea and sad eyes in half-light which see birds
Soaring from the sea to the city...
And those eyes fly with them away from the death bed.
Moments deep of passion, small love weaves
Who is alone of fool, who has no word, who doesn't see and hear the
World, who has neither legs to walk nor wings to fly from the city to the sea.
...Life's longing moments...
The carriage ends its journey on a dead-emd platform,
There are a lot of reasons to come down or to stay there.
Even if on the coin we may find two sides, there's just one value
And in that moment you understand that on a dead-end platform
Nothing leaves and nothing arrives.
...Life's longing moments...

Banished for a reason of State.
...There was no place for all over there.
We built much because much was the emptiness around us.
That gap has never been filled...
... and you know that.
Class 'A' human
As a result of the "Artificial Selection".
Everybody's gonna change, morally an physically.
Human beings or moles?
I've never quite got it.
Small, blind an quick witted...
...maybe that's the only way we'll save ourselves.
Class 'A' human
As a result of the "Artificial Selection".
...We're gonna travel loads...
You hope to find a nice place?
Just like the world I've always talked to you about...
Perhaps that world is just a memory,
A steady Theme in my mind.
Class 'A' human
As a result of the "Artificial Selection".

It turns me away from my thoughts.
Because I'm just a tired shadow...
...Too tired to live...
I see loneliness,
I see nobody
Later I'll walk with bowed head
Sunk in my images.
Shadows, shadows:

In my existential emptiness
I feel a force, which goes deeply into me.
I see loneliness,
I see nobody,
Cold walls hinder my calm.
When the noise is loud it is better,
It turns me away from my thoughts.
Shadows I see passing are only illusions.
Torments lie in me,
Because I'm just a tired shadow...
...Too tired to live...
Later I'll walk with bowed head
Sunk in my images.
Shadows, shadows:

When the heat lifts up from the asphalt
Everything seems faded and strange
You can't distinguish the faces, those faces
Who take shapes of amorphous forms.
They look like monsters, those
Monsters that mind produces
In the fear of a sad memory
They are the victims who keep on living breathing
Poison, while they invalid burn is this heat.
With the head bent between their arms they are
All different but so organized in their petty surviving
I've a sort of pity
When I look at them who react
Passively to this slow end.
Torn and upset souls who have always been
Simply parked on this earth,
Are imprisoned by the human flesh
Which is slave too 'cause
It doesn't bear the pain in silence.
With humbleness, with bravery,
In my eyes they appear.
Amorphous forms, indefinable layer
Of flesh so alone with a tired soul.
Who don't have a place inside themselves.
Now the heat is between the sky and earth.
Motionless bodies look like pieces
Of coal while the soul is choked
In the tie of flesh.
One day,
Someone or something