*LYRICS* Everyone coughs snuffs rocks and rough then cooks and boils rolling syrup bluff burning books coil in the scrolling cockscrew as heating ingridients of the magicians' brew whou - impervious shall be thy judgement pure no spurious and self indulgence is not enduring in this sludge society - conjuring volatile hopes by guelphs establishment reserving to us the worst punishment possible - a terror perpetual this conceptual derangery ritual is over now mind the langery ignition never ever step out the dedition The velvet drape is lifted the tempo song is shifted much like the times I live on in a couple weeks it's armageddon helter skelter outer heaven gradient war feels so impatient and we're too impotent behind the cop militia opponents but - if war is fought what is achieved in this gavotte? murder and moisten hemoglobins grouped with ignorance goblins but the real warfare's juncture lies in the rotten structures Every musical sequel is irrelevant mutter stuttered rhythms for the Flop40 channel zoom-pa-pa zoom-pa-pa it's domestication frication pop-pop- it's Disneyfication parliament's mafia in disguise who's going to help the poor nation rise? a tangled up jangle of heroinmaniacs gulping rohypnol and pharmacs that help shelve the worker's submission all of this to kill off the dedition Settings are set-up now the antics shall proceed toward the theatrics rather than doing a reportage I decided to paint up with this collage an inner journey to the ignote disjointed syncopathed blue notes adorning the soundscape dramatical forgive my grammaticals as NOOOW! to the end we plod it's time to avenge the lamb of God time's come and the trumpets stroke # you've got all the signs! and science is a pervertion if to derangement is dedicated dedition On the center the Almighty On the left the truth lass on the right the jury class Eighty Cee - it's the inspection what you have to say at your own discretion court in session - silence SHHH! says the guidance I think the trillion souls who walked here were panders casseroles who played the game of little fopling unfilthy dandies with discourse boggling Interesting - now keep espousing a bunch of poseurs exploding trying to fell unto thy graces promising tariffs seraphs and dazes who shot the serif unto papyrus knew exactly how to handle the stylus and so spoke trough thee Almighty Faether - yes you did Eighty intelligence's a privilege conceded to few people it's sacrilege that backsliders drove down the crowd into believeing what the hell they woved secularization and magic fission is nothing compared to the cause's dedition The cause the cause - harmony peace achieved without the armories as you sung in a song bless belonging to me my etos and Yes of course as we all belong to the same source we the throng first - how are you dying, Eighty? Am I Dying? No! ... But... I-I think...

*LYRICS* Well - I think I am going overweight an euphemism is yours oh pretty eight so please oh please put me straight Lord Lord - I'm not going to be pleaded this way So Shall I tell you about my letdown that brought all of this knockdrown? shall I tell you I won't act like a clown Lord Lord - tell your witness... The big slump begun on monday dawn with a chopmobile made in Taiwan for an ignoble scope coping with larding laidous meat down people's throats as the cotton cycle of banknotes no more anecdotes - regarding that morning - I wagtailed with my black robe in a psychic jail hailed by masses - M'Block sallow where appetite's salty but gets shallow as your fellow cervello - stomacache incoming with acne and GM milkshake fast food! - why is it employed? employees are droids exploited! even the schoolboys nowadays empathic have no time for their own prostatic urges - sour lime elementaries shortlived nevermind the alimentaries as every ingriedient needs some cooking with a time-span longer than the booking imprinted by boss beside the durmast escritoire he wants ME straightforward- ly fast - be quick mr. dude but now I'm plant food CHORUS Well - I think I am going overweight an euphemism is yours oh pretty eight so please oh please put me straight Lord Lord - I'm not going to be pleaded this way Well - I think I am about to be obese! are you obsessed regressed for a niece? it has no meaning - no meaning - cure me! Lord Lord - I'm not going to be pleaded this way Your exposition holds some lacunas motivational gaps - per giunta you argued like you have no feelings 80C - those are not onigiris! but fat paninies - cows estrangolators minced together with condensators beef - no - you lying cantankerous living on the verge of the dangerous emotive breakups leading to offshores slip-escapades cascades of the liquor stores beefsteak-grumbling as a form of hijacking to cover down distress and mind slacking is that true - YES! I admit I had my moments where the fridge lit as a puzzle piece of disorder intestinal that oil's Rohypnol! disordinate - too obstinate like Quinto F. Max you procrastinate the final moment that rushes to the tomb cause at the end knots come to the comb then the bomb comes it's called infarct of myocardium - and you'll be marked as a parked number of a clinic-pseud you're plant food Well - I think I am about to be obese oh - sure I am obsessed by that niece I'm obsessed by the cheerleader dressing green Lord Lord - I'm not going to be pleaded this way Well - I think I am already overweight of course you are - oh pretty eight so please oh please put me straight Lord Lord - I'm not going to be pleaded this way So Shall I tell you about my letdown that brought all of this knockdrown No more pleadings I don't want to turn around Lord Lord - Oh then combat that misplay

*LYRICS* Some nefarious regret strikes back upon the slight fine hair fat of crayons the foregone conclusion that girls are nymphs but let's start the story without its glyphs Meet three girls they're twenty-three all mistreated just like the grand prix cheerleaders embodied in little scale for use and consume of some skittle-snails the middle age males - in cerebro male urinecohlistic smellin terrible brains utero - however they lack of real emotions - I'm ready to flag off they bark - are they boys or even humans as they do employ the barbarian means that aim to reduce girls to sex toys - unfunny truce! Oh Nora Nora with the scent of Larkspur won't you realize he is in transfer? but he loves me - he really clunches! it's not love if he gives back punches please be discrete and concede defeat it's all cigs and one thousand cheats I think that maybe you've lost touch Eighty Cee - Ooh Let me avouch! most young boys are all slurred unripen carpenters half-baked nerds only lips in mind and no recreation beside their porno-fueled stagnation maybe one day they're going to burgeon oh - by the way I'm still a virgin so I take advantage on the baldheads I'm appalled! Oh Sandra Sandra with the white braces you brace yourself with that fast-paced thrace that seems lavish but ravishly sicken the unlikely cousin of OJ Stimpson his stingers big - enough objections he tears you in sections after the flections He's so hot - like an icicle! what did he do to your clavicle? are you in subjection - in some sort before you think I am some escort snort your pride up - I'm tied up and down foreplay's implied oh - that explains all the arcane hidden behind - ain't that a shame? Not for me - that voyeur whims as I'm the one who maneuvers the whip Oh Liza Liza with the cutie thatch does your romance at least match? not in my case - he's just a rustle he wants me some kind of indigo mussel sophisticate hustler - with a wig he blackmails me so I cannot quit identikit him - Oh eighty I'd be glad His name is Valerian but I call him dad here fells my stomach my bowels my liver my pancreas my hummock old doc amok ducks down the throne a divorced dump with a heart of stone a Mary Shelley's Frankie jelly comb that by now rests his entire rhizome on youporn - and on me on heinkens' six packs of oblion - oh amen If he - was - my dad - I would... What you'd do Eighty? IF - HE - WAS - MY DAD - I WOULD... What you'd do Eighty? If I were the attorney in the court room so grotty bibbidy bobbidy boo--- I would give him a smile and an appeal for a while bibbidy bobbidy - shoot! So after this mindly nonsequitur I ought neither oysters nor tour- tourettes soubrettes or oysters Whoop! Shut me in a cloister! is what is said by the gracious mannerous people with tribolations regarding sex life and its playoff and the caravel has never sailed off the carousel spins for queer and straights by 2018 all of us masterbate without venturing for other trunks convincing ourselves it is all junk and Lord that happened on 20-ex-ex Sorry Eighty I'm pretty perplex so instead of that I ate lard to tear apart the fact that...

*LYRICS* Six in the dawn pillow on my cheecks brassy butterflies and janduia creeks I couldn't finish along the level roaming when I inhaled bad smoke of rubberfoam- Intoxicated I shut the windows firmly Close the doors and all the holes firstly said my dad - I am going to raboten you're going to work out with that Butane!? Of course - because I work for camorrists I can't Insist I seek to resist the red mist hold on a second - it's a sure disease! by the end you're going to bleed sneeze! I won't mind said his chief with a topknot while you sweat I'm going to take my pop Yatch away light years - to put in my uncles as I don't mind to aspire the carbuncles! so you mafioso - don't care about your health! your codeine decisions that run your commonwealth may not hurt you - but can hurt my veins so I might better smack your brains - because! CHORUS Etchu - Etchu - Etchu! Cough - Cough - Cough-Cough! Boom! Industrial fancy's dust in my lungs - Bo! Etchu - Etchu - Etchu! Cough - Cough - Cough-Cough! Boom! This wicked ecomafia is making us breath slugs! Ecomafia - ecocrime and echo dopplers the big grey haze menaces all the croppers it's not enough for mobs the big benumb may I dig in your garden some venom? ceremonies and idols and no parsimony for leaving at least our echosystem in harmony armored robes on the frigate ghost shall we need some mafia holocaust? my bass - a machine that kills fascists all I hear is sirens howling flashes so I step on the carpet to fly along I grabbed the chord and made a twang and totò piano - was disemboweled! bring in my gorillas the mob voweled! ratatatat- with my seven strings and everywhere there were severed limbs! wrist wrist pulse - is he awaken!? said the paramedic - and the swoon is baked! I was still half naked on my dramatic mattress with my trachea in gaffe and asmatic distress! CHORUS the discourse aims to demonstrate that demons mafia won't ever prostrate in front of compassion succession and even survival of the antropologic self because the arrival's contemplation is not conceivable in their druggy minds - uncultivable terrains now overfloat my dear county because it feels so good their dirty bounty as long as one day they fall a-gnawed they feel so great but they're all gnomes newborn children - grow with deformities! Northern Italians are now a minority! Now wonder about the braindrought planes! CHORUS Etchu - Etchu - Etchu! Cough - Cough - Cough-Cough! Boom! Industrial fancy's dusts in my lungs - Bo! Etchu - Etchu - Etchu! Cough - Cough - Cough-Cough! Boom! This wicked ecomafia is making me dying!

*LYRICS* [CHORUS] No syndication - no vendication no vendication means - all complications No syndication - no job vacation no job vacation - it's nazification Pension Pension - My foreseen do you think - the corciege's mean? the council spills - my fatigue half-salary for a whole clique twentiests and teens are unemployed the retirement - is delayed deployed are the mechanism and the protections no protection - no syndication Doctor doctor - I've got a pain there's no injury you can't substain said pale coat - with prosthetic pride while returning snoozing hiding his bribe handed over - the pull-over-dozers from the boardroom - look at the faucets the middle aged bee uses for her inflation you finger at the workplace - no syndication Do you think I'm choola!? Do you think you're choola!? Do you think he's choola!? Do you think she's choola!? Do you think it's choola!? Do you think we're choolas!? Do you think you're choolas!? All of them are choolas! Said bad maiden - takes her taxì my stepmom's car - opportunixic grumbly crunchy travels so far and she's capable of doing nascar! the rebel buddhist - for convenience makes the whole row - go out of patience the maghrebese's bliss stinks of infection no loo - no rules - no syndication! Big psycho boss - pays with cookies while transferring cash-ins in Turkey along with the industry - so low cost can bake them millions while we boast career dreaming - storing packets your YUropean dream is a supermarket while I'm dying in this concrete of the mafia regime - no syndication!

Feel the stupor illness tumor tomorrows in sublimation I don't want a reanimation [normal slow] every patient goes ignored in the rusty sunken shrunken ward where the crooked nurse humans flogs there aren't enough words for hospitoolag the mourning relatives are nervous the nurse offers relative service the human surface emotions hosts but not the doctors who drink and roast as most hospitals are direct toward the private business and the cowards of the public zoo bog turn the place in hospitoolag Is this a health service's defamation? No - cousins of the cousins and reccomandation let the real merit dry and exsiccate then people die - shall I investigate? fast rejections bad transplants rats in the corridor the supplies are scant medical utensils are dusty - patients are manacled as maniacs like napoleons enlit only by the broken neons assist me please - ooh passherà we gave huge founds to finance the doctor-ol and he kills degents with his protocol as you said privatization is the sought form of organization the healthy one is the tool the cog and the other ones - in hospitoolag!

*LYRICS* Throw in the trashbin the bleeding bible and memorize this song with a misleading title shrunken drunken punk encrusted shurikens are urticant - they sizzle in the airwaves raves on raves - the hot thread urges racism skin feels - and genetic purges are pursued by consumers of long boot due to financial crysis burning the roots of society - the security isn't granted freedom less freedom - the bomb has been planted paranoia soliloquia - grandia utopia did you ever consider!? superiority - of the race is relative inequality sketched through appelatives which are configured in a mannequin representing a matrioska of pasqualin holding stereotypes - and lines fixed generic jargon hatred for who'se mixed black is bad it's said by pranksters but all italians are thought as gangsters so before you speak think as a mirror reflect back the thoughts becoming clearer bolero bolero bolero - violcence's unmatched don't count your boobies until they are hatched double speed off - this thread goes against the ingrain and skinheads don't you think it's a maneuver to bother the northern people in committing manslaughter? drink at the tavern! dance the disco! you blame others for the guilts of the fisco so cub the cups cut the ties sliced zero barbed wired in the Wizard's Bolero Romance - Sad Romans... It would be bad if a government decides to chop us wops under covenant on the basis we are all criminals the problem exists - but the subliminals aren't felt by the millenial youthful stuck into thinking murder's beautiful as the gang thang is glamourized who'se going to help the poor nation rise? [playback] them!? damn! - what a logic drives them into acting as analogic controllers handheld by the populistic the term is inexact - opportunistic who sold their bung as first grade grape but they're sentenced of underage rape another scrape - the rindondanza who further fuels this mob bonanza that says - drugs are good - corruption either it says it's right to be called a nero and it says - it's right for wops to flee so we can mess the old ones until they bleed the leet reproduce - produce in cycles and you're obtuse hopeless and balalaikal I'm jobless - fight! don't be recycled these idle tribal trifles are bridles journalists whisper about fabled oasis where tables are golden and so the basis but in such lands hands are sawn off if you crush a critic - mitical scoff whimsical cuisine - life isn't mildred is this the future you wish for your children? you'd better graduate - and seek positions gradually devastating this Wizz Boleros CHORUS You glamorize past - blast off my sister you praise Mussolini and hail Adolf Hitler this ego bolero now makes me itch as your mascolinity is the first bitch I'm going to sedate as a dogcatcher remember at the times of Margaret Thatcher how in media portrayal the distressed damsel was a dumb blonde with a pink parasol so the men should have been Shwarz-zillas praise the muscles - eat no tortillas oh - show no emotions be the cock-rock but I don't support these notions Rococò so don't shoot the top - scan the pyramid all the way down below its summit and at its base lies the disgrace of the shaman norms for the human derby Eighty Cee - you're in counterdiction your previous depictions were sinful pissful baloons in the first efforts I came up of age in the meanwhile! so I no longer - approve those methods thinking the far right is so blissful remaining polite I make this prediction the world itself won't be so chirpy in the near future if who militates doesn't take actions that concentrate the extertions - in the new generations love love love love must be embraced you ought to dissolve this widespread hate and construe virtues with every mate fragmentation is an obstacle - hero! and now we shall proceed with "X-Tincture"!

* (Approximative Lyric transcription, those were formulated on the moment) We are on the brink of the next cataclysm as this is not a century for idealism the pandemic population drinks ischemic pills yearning the valhalla while fighting windmills all the stoic outgoings can't achieve extra nodes thy art not going to be astronauts since thou cannot achieve hyperbolic affairs unless you sit by the abbot's altairs and so this is the death of the American dream mirrored by screens screech streams and podcast gleams walls are raised and praised and so collapse the gates someone screams but the sound sublimates subhumane strains or crests for the liege who constitute zero point one of the percenteage the Ancien Regime found the way to feature pointless riddles in the agenda of the extintion republics are legit for dynastic divine holy rights which rely on daily strichnine consumed by the masses basses on the twelfth bar of meridiana hourglass and theft of someone else's life is not punished equally - law itself has been astonished indeed the rich lives and clips clochardi justice is embodied by a Hammurabi Europe has felt - goals get no gelt teenage schoolgirls suicide with a belt teach me a spell, how to handle these succumbing situation of church candles if all silent minutes would be summed up world would be in silence - boom bap! every day the ozone is losing its tissue I guess it doesn't matter for the extintion now hang-glide beyond the Delta beside darlings who by now swelter for knowing what I'm going to chant my message - don't be a plant! all is taught - is being a vase for the super liquidator man-plaice in your case - it's an osmosis of child proverbs by a parentress who never stood next to yous and you and you and you - adieu! the elite titti the babylonian the manmade doll dign o' smithsonian saying "marry my acquaintance"! third world dilemma the maintenance whose mislaid trust lies in affliction and so all women are in extintion no more blateration from the preludio now it's mind fabrecation in the red studio my own shrink yields to feed his ink and here I proceed with my dreaming film please - where God has fallen into? the postmodern process which was "dipinto" "painted" in tainted northern Italian vernacular you caught me in a period which reads particular fragmentation's the intention the span attention halved and halted cabled under suspention by mom and dad pet girlfriend friends cells spasm but most of all my self inflicted orgasms (screams) deliriant like datura so sature it is viridian like my pocket my sockets my maturation oh idiot you 80C grammelot X-Tincture! Fail fail fail fail! Fail fail fail fail! Frail frail frail frail! bail bail bail bail! No and no and no and no No and no and no and no No and no and no and no No and no and no and no I want to die!

*LYRICS* Amidst the path that runs the circuit I've found myself on a split biforcute left or right - right or left? being tied to idiocy or having some cleft the pun circus's over - what's anagogy first leave outside the end's analogy with my cadency compile the questionnaire and stop being a psychedelic yandere now think -- about the research folks beseech to reach a church unhortodoxy toxic truth ribboned and knowledge itself has been disowned the search for the truth is personal physical mental cervical cervixal c'mon! the listener's weary at least listen to my visceral theory all living things that breath and tremble are embodied in the same ensemble now assemble - the clue's fragments puzzle shards - and now augment the musical scale and the mind so sature the trait-d-union is the nature mother universe in equilibrium is that God? I guess so - or it's delirium And now break loose...! The status quo - my auditorium Qui pro quo - stop latinorum post me a toast boast the costs of living is that useful? or is it deceiving? what is perceiving is that the men uber whose ego inflated's a pus-filled cucumber is cruel and thinks about dominating the womb he came from - igniferating IE burning - the definition is pollution to cover up -- its own delusions but death elusion is far from being a solution it's all seclusion -- (and dissolution) Here you are - Sephora wondergirl Edera deleterious and object- -ified - what's the project implied in this society of mis- -ery and hobbits angst for profit tell me oh tell me riddles anselmi you sell me facts rotten facsimile cotton staples for granted maples are slanted for digging downside the particles suicide I think the oligarcas with monopoly and maracas are dying mudholes so they destroy us all but the course won't be siphoned by some pervert divert I-Phoned trillionaires ball bones and phantalogy as phisics wins them all in anagogy Listen! This guy drums like crazy...! Be brave 80C - polite and keep steering but I'm unuseful - it's like finding a Pizza in Honshu how can I save someone that doesn't want to? please - let me leave a suggestion do no harm and do not live in tension keep existing well - if you bother will be good for you and for the others but don't bother for slaughter - what a mess isn't that supposed to be selfishness? no - it's fishy-less-ness - survival keep going on though this extintion festival don't be lazy - fight - for who'se close with dosed love respect do not enclose into your shell - shell yeah - continue do not care about success venues nor pride nor lust nor avarice or anger and guard yourself from who'se a munger difficult times come and go alongway the important thing is never be strayed do not accomplish dreams but objectives and shelter away from the projectiles karma up - holy spirit - it's all analogy be all in one with the Nous anagogy

*LYRICS* Blangis Blangis - Down your throath what's the matter you most loath? Je suis le man with the Pentatheucho and of thousands prints you can smell its echo bacon sausiers - saucers cymande from the atlantic clothed up Armandi pancreatic - a disgusting ethos commercialized problems as an extended ego thanatos is my favourite my brute own dish which ain't flavorite by dozens or thrizens bookbindings fluck the rest and collect your findings when I say canary - a cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep am I so sweet? sheep!? pray - my sanitary's regional and the stuff I display is very personal merciful no - unique experience not-faux and therefore it won't fit like gloves to every beverly bernardette hey Viridianas did the U-Boats write some more panzanas? You can't rest all day fantasizing R.P.G.s, anal sex and mesmerizing the intertitles by the media villain I am not superstitious as short Hellen the angelette majorette madonna f*** the pork God and the minigonna miniskirts outskirts all skirts and the coughs the queefs the clit and sperms as you talk and talk and talk impassive doing nothing of said stuff you lascive torax sniffing borax relax and shrill let yourself go for a week downhill but once is day eight bring back the tome leave off the genocides and horrordromes as mind scapegoats are insinuations fruitless and tasteless - oh sorry? it's like the widow crying on baptistery complaining about this and that misery to every beverly bernardette hey Viridianas did the U-Boats hear more panzanas? By this point the naiff fatigues "call the anti defamation league" they prosegue whisper and mutter censor my unpoetry it's freedom murder I find the sublime in what's utter to living beings believing in order as a thing which is unobtrusive located outside history - intrusive thoughts and anti-weird sentiments toward the unusual queer and genuine a.k.a. spontaneous unharmful groups I think the beauty lies in the margins the river's banks - the antipodes for which you suggest the antithodes toss off the cathode and rather gather toghether all by one - no one waffer would do that and so eighty says there won't be joyous days of maize for every beverly bernardette as Viridianas but for the ones who... cool it! U-Boats did this - U-Boats did treachery I'm more worried of arsonry and mysteries surrounding the fact of why in a sudden everyone starts to care worried and muddened it's too late to demonstrate clemency after decades of unwillingness and unefficiency you come here prostrated blobbing a wild bunch of toadies lobbying it was true for me I seriously thought that crimes and injustice could be fought but heroes are metaphores from Hollywood like Kaesar Mussolini and Jesus too so let no one in any time declare what the truth is in the earthenware what am I doing is homespun vernacular in motion it's simply fun that's why pop sucks a hint rained is that personality in no way remained in every beverly bernardette - Arcadi! Did the U-Boats strip off your canary?

*LYRICS* Tweet-tweet's a symbol squeeze a splash cymbal grapheme by grapheme now here's the scheme please the scene changes you witness phalanges armed of Samsungs who licks the wounds ex-disco psy-leeches all scratches and peaches more divorces than strands these are their trends months with two lovers weeks in the hinterland kids to reprimand and smart drugs to recover no more companies without mind boundaries they are just feebles with treason algorhythms that after half decade blue as Gatorade they beg-ya moo-moo you lick the wounds To every misbehavior corresponds no favour stop jargon stop jiving this is unbelieveing unbelievable dreary so much a harakiri to your neo cortex is required - a vortex of pelvic's twists could tie both wrists of a person - scuffles on quarrels all shuffles then - the unfaithful six finger strings pulls poor fools who would jump out the firehood for their allure now they look like Cavour but then comes an end as puppeteers overspends all their resources in spite of recourses you left me marooned shut up and now shoo Alessia Alessia Makossa Countessa count your cunts roster you're an impostor or better impostress as no S.M.S. was in content sincere thou shall not persevere months were sixty those years were misty but yards after yards I've carried forward my life - but your butt I'm sorry - your brain is still stuck within the next idiot's foreskin you're still liable of fraud you sable satin inside all gall drunk on alcohol your tribolations were made by your actions who'se the cause of its wounds should blame itself

*LYRICS* What's the cause of this insanity!? it's a lost cause hiss Eighty! loss of ego bold words of stencils humans are molded as some utensils whose voice has spoke who disclaims!? please return from whence you came the devil speaks peaks my flesh statue the one unbeaten in the breakthrough it's greed! greed! greed the obbrobrium brown goaty fuzz and tail of opossum with a scary muzzle drowning saliva sconfitto tu fosti su codesta riva the goatee gnawed with a cobaltic buzz its breath's antartic and germs blush meet me at the crossroads when it's twelve and I'll make you a king amongst the elves trembling and frantic against the barbaric is Lord stuck in the chamber iperbaric? it doesn't exist - and goodness neither in the wee wee hours whispers the breather minimized but glossy I responded steadily flush off Satan Belzebub or Lilith or whomever else is renown to slush off reason and motions down... CHORUS It's pretty lonesome, and it makes no sense... Kill the migrants! No! I won't I'm your friend! what do you flaunt!? it's so easy for the external hosanning actions rarefactions and extreme panning but are you involved!? on whose side!? let me slice ya with my piedmont style! and no - I'm not reacting as ridiculous to run off the problem- I'm meticulous! Bomb-blasting suits won't shield the malignant you show poignant brutes and the pregnant mothers exhausted prostituted on the TV violence as common as sugar sweets and in the web streams and the platformers the former Doom clones or the performers hence you youth you praise the assassins emotion-less-ness and stupidity's excessive but I won't stay passive twisting my spigot becoming lascive fanatic a formless bigot I'd rather construe virtue and experience rather than fake towns guarded by Valkiryens and yes videogames are in part responsable along with bullies and the antenna portable it seems to me compassion is in a dustbin waiting for the garbage service to... bzzzzt! CHORUS It's pretty lonesome and it makes no sense I said it ain't no consone and it makes no sense yeeeees - and I'm a perished verb tense let's do it do it do it So here you are - disbelieving so here you spar seeking the seizing or you run bike swim in the triathlon looking for an El-Dorado or Avalon in a bynomial you spend a price for some nonexistant paradises chimical carnal and the cavil latency stop pawing for the travel agency without seeking first the worst of the country you're going to thirst and you find out the hollows are stubbles whoa - it wallows in the same troubles malnutrition corruption and smog mondo is mondo - it's all a bog because capitalism cannot survive without crime slavery and the wildfires neither communism anarchy or monarchy because the establishment is starchy so instead of breaking the bone marrow do good face to bad game and swallow leave away the pessimism and negative idiots townspeople - it's effective never alone - always in good company be kindhearted and play some Tomboli

*LYRICS* Let's explore the compound forms - mounded sound norms three plus three plus three jumping streaking pulse won't you agree with me Eighty Cee is redundant on the cloven's lips rice is abundant I shall not hover as much as jazz as the more you cover it the flatter it gets NOW! Let's recover the gospel left aside sidequels in the hostel owned by Hegel - Gosh a twinning! it was the bad devil since the beginning of Disk One - a cajolying swindle towards me poor me and here I dwindle brindle bra fetished and narvalic the Antichrist so revealed gets sistolic Zoom zoom zoom make me slove get down this sort of slope or hatred will haunt you for life enduring Uh - let's put the earflaps for this torturing The triparted entity Hey Andrede Visit me - please me with it in Mede Thirty kilometers of riddled asphaults and my automobile does many sommersaults so much buffeting and no buttering once arrived in there the trio is muttering by the chinese cafeteria about old seventh grade mates and hysteria concerning their relationvessels gossip tattlers Ameba-alike and sessile since their birthday a bunch of goons and I'm thinking they must be "Terroons" How wrongful I was with that concept that wants southlanders with an insects sized brain - instead it's a matter of use and costumes tradition and the latter IS FAULTY! and they're even northern female bairns neither salty nor quern but they're acting as provincial lodgers with the holy shroud of their rumps' postures Rapiers rapiers Rap Apples I don't want to sipsup your stagional scandals on regional dimension the Hamlet is the reason of the stagnation of scarlet liquid tissue resulting incestuous practice among distant relatives infectious symptoms of stupidity akin to pellagra arise among the poulation - the blue Viagra in the pharmacies has evaporated along with politeness cleanness corporated societies in the sprawls are brainwashing their inhabitants however the squashing half-rural places small as a borough could be either heavens or mud - archipelago wee towns from the charts is smearing due to big bad buttermoths who are interfering hence do not lose every kind of contact with the external reality so please portract the healthy tradition leaving off magic and superstitions and life will be less tragic

*LYRICS* CHORUS Come brain or come slime! Come brain or come slime! cease your soul - Eighty! Oh babe - fed me your own time! Come brain or come slime! don't come slime but come brain! contain the drain - Eight! and repair what's not fine! Uga-chacka Uga-chacka goes sonando in a millimetric polyrhythmic crazy mambo Jumbo jump-on jerk on Rhotic erotica mumbles the devil ravelling subsonica apathical sounds of haedonysm trying to severe my C.P.U. with a schism please the liege kill the morbid yawn the torbid howling wolf moans at dawn No way - no more temptations from the hypnotist that metamorphs me into Caesar the somnambulist temptating tryst furry beast-alike vampyr I'm not going to slay you as a martyr I'm going instead to butch ya in jigsaws and dig your horns in Guinea Bissau's sauce so glissando from unreal to tangible I'm going to tear you apart until you are sensible CHORUS Insinuations Insinuations Insinuations Insinuations Insinuations Insinuations Send me a song titled Insinuations Cease the anaphora protaphoric foxtrot as this fosforic anti-angel makes you rot like the worm on the rod for fishing for catching uber sturgeons super-swishing swimming in the lake called capitalism consumerism's chrism the cataclism-oh oh - do you seriously hold that gifts you acquire will heal all your misfits? ask the heirs ammassed in the dancehall if the money spent saved their Netherlands drugs videogames sport and even art are a waste of years and are a mart CHORUS So save the dough as it's said by the mob because one day your plough is going to blob and stop due to the prionic ammines hystrionic carbohydrates and mescalines kneeling monoxide and toxic sludge and that day you're going to meet the real judge who doesn't give the indult for his cult unless you prove you became an adult as birds whistle and hustle in the nest and skunks kink out once they fall from the crest what's next is building the needed tools for your ship that has to avoid all the deadly whirlpools dislocated and misplaced on the winding peninsula so wing away from the cellar of vinicula cellphones and vinyl and disks and pickups all of those don't belong to the grown-ups

*LYRICS* I was going - to write a number about fools who fall in a hype slumber plumbers' fetishism or dish related Spielberg's Jaws in the redlight store but no - that number would be ill-fated so instead I move war like a commodore toward a subject subject to adversity the controversies on University where you pay a lot for a rotten pulp subbosed to grant ya a better job Hah, it's worthwile! - No - Voilà! the capital spent goes straight to the 'ndragheta and then the awoval - the recognition is yet suspicious - an imbibition of prestigious paper with filligree but only reccomended agree on your pedigree and the italian status - is Zed-Grade so do not expect - a foreign aide the graduation it's waistepaper abroad italians are ants you arthropode buttlicking pounces the new aristhocracy I don't believe anymore in meritocracy and in democracy by profs under thorazine dyacetyl cocaine filled impostors on a magazine are a chosen cast much like the elite of the academic culture overpaid by greed let's steer this stir - the validation power lies in quails on top of a castle Now let's analize - the components the teachers - left-wing exponents who idolize Marx but they aren't workers but sedentary scriveners succumbed lurkers who had all the cosiness of the earnings of mom and dad who were yearning capitals and capitals - this classifies their class as lackeys who falsifie the curricula of their consanguineous relatives and children and the indigenous who aspire to a better position are fraudly tricked into submission with bureaucratical maneuvers unless you're open to lend your louver to the first Hearst who reads Nietzche they lick and sigh - fammi felice! Now let's see the protagonists of this vicissitudes - qualified arsonists the first's a dame bad to her core dying her hair like a manmade whore born in Naples among the state crew who became rich by betraying the jews to the nazis in wartime as this explains why she's received some fields and plains not just semantical - but material rejecting students like she's imperial then covering the buttocks already deflowered a smart move from a quail in the tower Would you like to hear my stances the students are victim of circumglances surrounding the astounding circle of leet profs - I shall pound some more on the stakes no miracles will assist ya only the simpering sound will help you in this land of panders adulations - curl as a salamander into your convintions and the termites will confine you as a crazy hermit hence I offer - two solutions cultural uxoricide or prostitution selling your orifice and not your talent lending your compliments looking gallant personally I'd rather gather petrol and burn to its ground the eschole but then I would face an endless jail torn and violated like a giant snail for the sake of an action that wouldn't change the course of the events out of my range maybe that's why in these times occasion professors are faced with intimidation and look - no one will move a finger unless you don't look enough a stinger so my suggestion is better learn something for yourself remain kern to the rules of the game so subversive without soaking down becoming dispersive

*LYRICS* Song 64 - The Epilogue I'm tired of rapping like a demagogue a computer Van Gogh usually demented earless schizofreaking and trisegmented fourtyfold my scales sellout ushers share monkey moves with flock of gushers Je no speak ze glock pisin of guilded windshields and gangster gin I'm wearing jeans as no other furniture is available to unlucky creatures unfortunate - shape the GeoMag to cohese a topic - Oh keep scrag the drag aristhocracy and fictional villains rapists who seem frictional well - all of them get my contempt but the lower class isn't exempt as many sell out to their owners hostile to hosts they are moaners pilot fishes for the killer whale buttplugs extended as a brown foxtail filler filler - now you bawl another scrawl from foxhound's downfall loath me as you wish - french and malians in an ambient where I am an alien Neutron Bombs the airwaves pervade S.O.V. construction S.O.S. brigades of salvation harvest up proselities in this globe now made of extremities Benito poutpourri and censor Zeldas share same exploits and same agendas and the identity is compromised who's going to keep what is promised? My uncle - my cat - magic carbuncle stumbling deficients I wish to strangle I ought to say to the militias F**k off the politicians and their flocks around without revenue ah - undeclared and the Timbouktu lovers who have moved a continent in spite of us congealed Mentident the frisky risk arising from ooze are the sympathetic who would amuse us with the story of Uncle Tom when it suits them the leftist haulm if it was for them they wouldn't dare about minorities majorities and mares or working females or feudalism the new phenomena the fake moralism I'm not European wop or Lisbonal let's smash the tribunal Virtuality can't pay my taxes Not even Betty Craxis Smear off fantasy and ultrareal and the Zed hero zeal This world is not for romantics it's crowded by frantics Gandhi and Che and Doctor King all killed by a crazy wing for every saint that tries to resist tides of imbecils row against and Now I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away I'm fading away