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RESURRECTURIS LYRICS
"The Cuckoo Clocks Of Hell" (2004)
1. The Last Sun
2. The Hate
3. Living Reification
4. Inversion-Perversion
5. Sleeping Reason
6. In Art´s Death
7. Helmet Logic
8. I Corpi Privi Di Vita
1. The Last Sun
Accept every horror here,
Glorify every joy and victory
The last thing you�ll see in this ground,
Beyond good and evil is the last sun
This is the only world
This is the only sun
Touch your body, here you are!
Bigots and prelates
Despisers of body, opposer of their own god
This is the only world
This is the only sun
Desperate, Envious.
Full of hate against what they are not
Unsuccessful, Decadents.
Full of hate against what they are not
Control mother fuckers
Control mother fuckers
Desperate, Envious.
Full of hate against what they are not
Unsuccessful, Decadents.
Full of hate against what they are not
Control mother fuckers
Control mother fuckers
2. The Hate
That eternally sad people
They make of pain their mask
They don�t know what they say
They don�t know the game they�re playing
If they only knew
They would shut their mouths up
The hate...
Broken lives and destroyed
against distress they have unleashed
a retaliation created by hate
face to face against a wall
detestable for their scorn
against everything that is mediocre
The hate...
3. Living Reification
Idiot motivation without reflection
Abuse by abuse dressed in pride � oppression
Beyond any reason � the dark isolation
Where any dignity has no sense � the absurd
Premature saviour in the reverse
Beings and names are like...reification
You are mine now
You take my existence but not my dignity because it�s me!
That is me
Step by step we are our grave
Plastic men without dreams - you are submit!
Lifeless and bare toy you have lost your name
To rise and fall through the nothing
You are mine now
You take my existence but not my dignity because it�s me!
That is me
I touch the veil of the abandon
I feel the anguish of everyone
But now I hear my name
Hating reification
Step by step
I tell my true name
And recognize myself
In a place called Utopia
4. Inversion-Perversion
Go on, go on, go on
I control your face – I enjoy your hate
Freeze me again – lacerate my flesh
Don't you perceive your mediocrity thru my indifference?
Go on, go on, go on
In this upset relation – I touch the paradox
You can't tell tears from irony anymore
The joy in my eradicated body inverts your logics
Motherfucker
Have you understood?
The more you suffer, the more you become strong
I am enjoying your questions
Have you understood?
It is my indifference to set the rules
Now your hate has no priorities, priorities….
5. Sleeping Reason
So many people ready to die,
So many people waiting to suicide,
No matter what you do or say,
There is no reason, there is no way.
So many people ready to die,
For their cause or to defend their right.
Wake up!
We are on the edge of a new age of darkness.
Well armed soldiers bomb and maim,
Exalted terrorists hijack airplanes,
Terror worldwide has now begun
And we all live under the gun.
So many people ready to die,
for their cause or to defend their right.
Wake up!
Every time I see their eyes they look alright:
happy, hopeful and satisfied
they are ready to fight
To kill, to die, to kill, to die!
6. In Art´s Death
The light in her eyes – faded away and suddenly we realize
The light in her eyes – faded away and suddenly we realize
We realize that painful sense of mortality – of normality
Now showing art is senseless because it has been mocked
The light in her eyes – faded away
Back among the steer of a thousand faces
Suddenly I saw – another silhouette
Of impersonal bright yellow
That delicate – pale face
Original and primordial
Was lost in the generic
Putting an internal end
The light in her eyes – faded away bringing an hermetic end
Bringing an hermetic end to an open solar poetry
7. Helmet Logic
There's nothing more to be said
The play is finished
Since the very first moment
With the most brutal loss of style
Hypocrite – Autocrat – Demagogue
An offence to our good taste
Killer, you had to be alone
With the helmet logic / illogic nature
Don't give up
This is the one and only rule
Never close your eyes – the critical shape of hatred
Against the helmet logics
Hypocrite – Autocrate – Démagogue
A disgusting vision
For those who are still able to think
With their pride they still can hate
The lousy commands of a bigot
Tautologies in barrack-room language
It is against the principles of life
So he teaches to refuse
8. I Corpi Privi Di Vita
Marmo immobile, ghiacciato in obitorio
Fredde membra, macchie cadaveriche
Un sudario bianco, bianca la tua pelle
Priva di vita, priva di calore.
Vedo il tuo corpo,
Straziante il mio dolore,
Assoluto silenzio,
Silenzio di morte.
Migliaia di corpi privi di vita fermi in silenzio sembrano aspettare…
Sinistro il neon si specchia sul tuo corpo,
L'orrore cresce per il tuo abbandono,
Indifeso giaci nella stanza vuota…
Migliaia di corpi privi di vita fermi in silenzio sembrano aspettare…
Questo momento, mai dimenticato
Dopo quel bacio, eterno saluto,
Le mie labbra sulla tua fronte
Insieme al fiume delle mie lacrime.
Certe notti
Ancora oggi
Apro gli occhi,
Questo è ciò che vedo.
Migliaia di corpi privi di vita fermi in silenzio sembrano aspettare...
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