* LYRICS * Anyone knew of the impending shambles would have been bent in a shrub of brambles ignorance delenda est and yet the calendar reflects the past's blast of worn torn struggle -- the parade of folks derides the mad juggle who rumbled how minds had been warped now yinz think in terms of octothorpes in chorus... But atomic bombs crave and so does the virus swirling killer a flood of bible unworth mud asking a blood libel mesmerizing masses on kleptocracy drop the pejoratives! The Crown was just a matter of fourcades as mad men flattened barricades Ebola Zika and Chickunguya were defied by an excrucial plural which has been dismantled by a dump blasoned energumen named Truhump a cheap marionette of world's dictators namely Poo-tin's - the manipulators seek to crush the youth by hostility WHOOW! Gotta get affinity! [CHORUS] We - don't want to hurt each other We need Affinity seeking good prospects We want Affinity We don't deserve hostility Rather Complicity Your own opinion sparks and shivers delivers blows to the nonbelievers with fishy fake rage first be extrous right or left or ambidextrous dextromethorphan logic subsides your hope in freedom's transmogrified by the lead baloon who croons how could you trust such a buffoon? He ain't no great but parossistical his speech is a counterfeit elixir your self esteem reached a nadir so you believe in the narcissistical because he's consistent but only in lying - I'm diffident the left only played flying sillables that's why they are so guillable Dem politicians are snob and boring division is your greatest shortcoming I'm no magician at most an alchemist you paved the way for these beasts and I warned you about that in 2015 still I was just a stupid dead peasant you'd better help us and stop being pedant Gotta get affinity! I feel... distant and bibolous the left's been asyncronous bizzarring and sploshing promoting greenwashing promoting replacement promoting overpopulation promoting castration and we are stuck in the basements these things are POLArized absurd theory and scholarized you were utopian and rejective from the real objectives you WEREN'T granting stability but closing all facilities and not giving youth's aid seems a reverse apartheid squids would come up with better initiatives these are all weak squallid palliatives you won't save us with this youth waste with cynic women or bamboo toothpaste you should have put some more priority on home's duties without leaving majorities you've lost them to your insensibility (Gotta get back) affinity! Como se puede obrar miraglo en un siglo como éste tan prismàtico desde las Svalbard hasta las Andes es como poner una pica en Flandes prefiero irme deprisa a bailar y dejar que los lobos se maten sin pensar a lo que serà mañana en mi existencia esto hecho es también de tu pertinencia todo el mundo va empeoràndose -- porque los jovenes siguen desenteresàndose siendo los consumadores de la movida la paz no llueve sino es mantenida por los que cada dìa luchan -- para que pobres hombres y mujeres no sufran por los malos deseos del pez gordo cuyo nombre es Mafia et pluribus unum ordo leaving latin bring back the anglosaxon beyond our times ruled by who'se flaxen popular rage had always been misguided and oppressed people had been disguised as the very motive of every turmoil only to curb revolts straight from the subsoil they are repressed like us in our vicinity we gotta get affinity! [CHORUS] We - don't want to hurt each other We need Affinity seeking good prospects We want Affinity We don't deserve hostility Rather Complicity You believe cospirations which are antonymous so convincing that their references are anonymous they're spreading the scary toxic virulence still struck upon your schizoid somnambulance your fears are targets on which they prey on so forget God, Muhammad and even Q-Anon it seems to me they don't preach abilitation but rather depressive hate and forced assimilation indeed we need reliance compliance alliance we need to unite under the sign of science build a new moral ethics based on reason and not on scares massacres spades and treason you need to be rational you're stuck in a waltzer which drives you emotional broke in a deep slumber we need to accept men women and transients and don't be so maligned we're all part of the humankind but we're quarantined on the assumption that some are better than others disruption occours - gain my complicity Gotta get affinity! [CHORUS]

* LYRICS * We've got a blues so siderurgical this blob's chirurgical about youth's unreceptiveness so stop the puzzles we've been embezzled in the hastle of un-inventiveness driven to consume products unvital now we're suicidal according to the survey's logic youth's pathologic so let's quash the responsables - wait are we so guillable? neither a dozitrillion syllables would paint a Constable that explains of all the Tarrants what about their parents? Cold rods born in the cold war in full galore raising us very unempathetically weary sinthetically with thousands requests parlors to avoid all failures grown in displeasure and paranoidal so we're avoidal Have one on me only on me pronely no wonder you're lonely brisk all risks so now I self frisk I love my mysteries or my femoris my pubis each sui generis not other's bisque then seek on Facebook yer approval with joy's removal Girls and boys well I invite you c'mon ignite to rebel against this sick disorder and laws and order stop seeking and heeling to perfection seek satisfaction and mutual respect and attachement quit disengagement Mallet Mash Whiplash backlash I ain't stand no bash you should - so don't close, venture amid danger seek real friendship without anger don't be a vulture pick off and drive your own license fluck off your parents not literally metaphorically in yinz interest this incest seems fun at first but at worst precludes you in solitude indipendence can't be build alone seek a good bone so meet and meet and practise love in two... or more!

* LYRICS * That fairy is saccharine freewheelin' like Gagarin so please rewire the cables don't you drink her fables this hope's Mediaphisical it's an idiosyncracy from pixels' conspiracy I believe in the empirical where I live being smart means being the supper sold in marts shoot by darts by the cowboys on their crupper steroid drug dealers who go to the poll to vote in the theaters with the roofs of amphibole so I reach this stygian this household of phrigian to put my X in the boxes so much paradoxes the majority is trotting for their right wing heroes who receive tons of zeroes for their societal plotting I would be deported if it was for their sporting We've got imposters Everywhere! Why is - this chant being honkered pity epitaphia - no Europe has been conquered by the Russian Mafia and there you witness who is never a convict it's a cryptical conflict for which I feel sickness wild lavish lifestyle toward me they are hostile living Twitter statues I do not bear any tattoos and so I am discarded bullyfied villified unqualified ostracized now respect's disregarded NOW - the fashion employed by the cranes in their nest in Moscow is to spread their hashishion to arrange the brain drain so no one can rescue us from this critical bloom so the political gloom organizes its actors who are crime's protractors whom our society surmount and my vote does not count because mafia's policies are made on their properties We've got imposters Everywhere! First - they create all troubles to all people's flavoures so they present unhumble as our very saviours then they knit on others their guilt as I said on "Wizz Bolero" se les quita el sombrero for the schizoterror they've built Salvini and Le-Pen Boris fourth Lupins with black fez or turbants dictators like Orban or Erdogan are surrounding our crumbling chessboard due to disparities astounding maybe for the lack of fyord those mercenaries rule and the youth is abused they ain't no benefactors they had their electors worship their schemes while the workers' election cards are empty gleam nobodys fetches attraction protests are unwise go shoot down the Masterminds We've got imposters Everywhere!

*LYRICS* The cursed day one of the cloudburst It was December 2019 the Thirty-First I were submersed with my publishing when I heard on the radio something Cobrishing fishing people were reported being mozzied by a fizzling virus it was said by the postie the doomsdaymare had just begun the displayed location's name was Wuhan gloomy days would soon skiffle but most people would puff out "it's piffle" even the next to be premier galoer warder I asked myself why sending there a war reporter? Como si Tres y Pi Griega fueran Cinco se dio la culpa al pez y al ornitorrinco the guilt was given to all vertebrates from snakes and pangolins to rats in crates from cranes to bats Bratz and killer bees ultimately the target had been the poor Chinese while coated penguins were barking blisters we slipped toward the tragedy I'm about to whisper... I expressed my anguish my words were kerned I had just bought from a shop my Washburn's strings - You're a fool with fern instead of the brains - "We are not Concerned" people said - but an Infernal omen had come to me straight to my heart's abdomen the day before the announcement fateful I'd met a weird madame bouncing crystal methful behaviour - near the train farm come to me you ain't no doing bad harm it seems to me said the odd sibling I could see her red acrylic tongue piercing I almost remained still like a boulder clay I still wonder if that was some kind of survey anyway - she said she was not plagued It kinda felt fun but I did the very vague anyway I'd been nice but guess the weirdness I turned back - she wasn't anywhere disappearedness do I see visions? am I on Meth? It was the mere incarnation of living Death When I came home I was pellucid from the winter sun and the news were roaring yes shouting perentory seleucid everything on the morrow is due to closing Six in the morning I'd been pingponged outside the mart to fetch from the billabong thain't was no mart or Decathlon It was the general rehearsal for the hecatomb There was no water or Antiseptic so I had to cheat borders with the Helvetic Republic to gather liquids and kalories the task to survive the lockdown was mandatory predatory imbecils were to thwart the whole crowd in an attempt to outsmart anyone - I saw the panick voiders the loghorroic paranoids with the phone polaroider farewell pussy palindrome mace it was day zero of forbidding any close embrace The worst was yet to come Picanto The trucks of Bergamo... Sirens were howling every butterfly's wingbeating Society is now defeating itself and the phonebook got empty and emptier Mankind will die by next September Lightbulbs were cut and the food got rationed ill people couldn't see impresarios left alone to deal with their own pathologies Infirmeries for V.I.P.s only It wasn't the virus plots or Venusians but the Malthusians Bills and shit were still compelled while Payments were nowhere to be spotted or held famous actors were idolized - it was A Fasci-Communist state's wagecide and agecide hear the real article I witnessed first person a tragedy cathartical covid people were relocated inside nursing homes to provoke intentional damage so the disease would spread among uninfected guests as the Elites had planned to rake off wills and properties I dunno for sure but their dead bodies one night were lifted on army trucks corpses on corpses ammassed in heavy bucks they were dumped nearby my auditorium beside there is a waste disposal crematorium and there they were lit to flames like scrapes those soldier twits reminded me of Nazis in this Inferno I cannot forget of the trucks of Bergamo I have to guess it's our destiny half-live to be exploited by clandestinies without arriving even at the month but spending on cellphones and artificial glands without experiencing things like joy for then being burnt as soon as we are oldies "F*** America F*** Europe F*** the ONU and God You're only a bunch of killers I got clawed by the truth that this West is wicked were everything is fake lame and cherrypicked" "The virus manmade? I've got no proof but I know for sure Elites close our embrochure to inflict the most damage possible on people - it's a war against citizens" From U.-Mafia-S.A. to British zens it's becoming evident - what's forcible is put in practise by imperial dandies and by their low-class pounces for a spare penny one day we'll bring your Mafia down in the name of what you did in our towns...

*LYRICS* Here's a mosaic in the age of portlet this is a tragic mundane portrait that draws a pitiless familiar fresco don't sell this on the wards of the Unesco meet the ackward dad - named Juan and his fiancee Grace whom knows Beauvoir they're in their fifties - accessories is what they build in full time factories painful like brith - meet the cirrhose teenager who goes by the name of Kyle he started out good but ended in bile and so did her sister-in-law named Rose the latter's curly parfumes of Marsiglia soap her hair is brown almost sepia nerd but gracious cutting the tussocks while sauntering with her fairly fine buttocks just like Kyle but he eats too much pecans he would have been a Riace Bronze a legendary legionary gaff segmentary a stationary videogamer ending up sedentary mom-in-law Grace's scents of propolis she had to race daily her Minneapolis to nurse on her own her dad Christmas a 50 Hertz Ogre who lacked charismas she had to polish him and spike the flebo feed his mouth with some white placebo this modern life denies pleasurations waive any hope or high expectations! It's Phase Three, well, no compliments all couples half live as dividends div_AI_ded left adrift in half percentage of salary in the acquary - the appendige of doctors on the warfront is fully signed so the commoners - have to design and fashion their homes as polyambulatories on their expense to caress their genitories it's life's gloaming dissolving foam the price to pay for caring on borderline in Italy adults dress a distressed olivine suits and exhult - no nursing-homes leave their kids on their Honky-Tonko and families look like a fragmented Pongo their granpas dress in funereal drapery they're squeezing "I'm dying!" no vacancy useless traditions from a long yore and parents turned into a cane for hoar this modern life denies pleasurations waive any hope or high expectations! Bored and ignored Rose was grievant and wanted to reach a private achievement rub rub rub rub rub rub screamed and came listening to dub rub rub rub but nothing flew her temple had frozen like an igloo she switched the instrumental to carder maybe she needs something quite harder distressed by media and digital rubble she threw in a couple paraphilias scrimming her end but the mind shimming became the practise of blindsimming sexual parataxis hormonal grocery until she stumbled on the upholstery it lost its power she sought a plower she hanged herself in a golden shower scream and came but in a photospheric second she felt and became a tetraplegic this modern life denies pleasurations waive any hope or high expectations! Kyle was wild mildly confusional his mind had rot he was very delusional unlike her sister he was less bizarre so he started to smoke vegetal tar he was sick of sticking watching Twitch he could taste the magmatic boiling pitch the smoke flought pinching like a brush then came the rush he ignited four more cigarettes in full effect to reach his Valhalla leant on his laptop with a trap chansonette interwtined with a lament by Lucio Dalla the rush was running like a wild boar he screamed for more but was uncaught he tried whyskey meth at last a knot came when he was arrested for child porn as he was surfing on Four chan slums tribunal waited with martial drums this modern life denies pleasurations waive any hope or high expectations! There's no happy string to pluck the sons - both of them were stuck Rose nearly comatose - deambulated one of her legs had to be amputated Kyle said it was an accident a denial nonetheless he was awaiting trial bailed from jail with parents' wealth shared shards with his sister's health Christmas in spires expiring in ralenty the sons condemned in equal latency freeze framing the story of sad Fantasia in Italy yet there's no euthanasia so the family found itself unable to move its boulders rattling in treble the first to go was Kyle in sufism killed himself with a dose of serum heroin his incremental - to this day it is not known if it was accidental Grace was shot by her longtime fellow who then blew up his brain Cervello the other two who are not displayed are learning to cope with flesh decay this modern life denies pleasurations waive any hope or high expectations! I'm sorry for cataloguing this pumpkin of a song - a catafalque Munchkin but this is what happens when suburbias are left alone in its defoliants it's the establishment consumerism as life's accomplishment no - workers ain't no blessed blossoms for being morons who follow their poisons the oppression theory is in default learn what wrote Michel Foucault we live in a net of power relations weave any hope or high expectations!

(There were some Lyrics; however, a few had been abridged on the spot while recording, willingly or unwillingly). *LYRICS* It's a scenty descent my fervid perverse liquor is in ferment fomenting an ascent in tormented origin hidden in the inner venturing orifice horrific fleshscape terrific purpose prod my own fetus until I'm turquoise a backward journey thru my mommy's meatus in times and spaces that taste acetous moebius strips haste in greyscale ribbons adorn the contours of the jungle gibbons I'm entangled in palms as I dock the Os I push further the hole of the Cervix enter the hall home of the serbics flowing petroleum sparkling in gloss ready to sting the barb like a Weeedle am I ready to push the needle? (Screams "1000 Years in the realms of Sodom", not included on lyric sheet) I cry seeing myself varnished as copal I can scrye my crystal embryo like an opal I forsee my dad's cabrio and landrover the tent where I slept amid the green clover the mean mid school and the blue bruises anguish flows as my clepsydra cruises Bin laden Saddam and the Great Recession the neo fascist rising and Britons' Secession the Migrants' crysis and ambiental downfall the blazing sheds full of rubberfoam and coal Corona pandemic and the sexual carnages the globe hastened in the nuclear furnaces the fallout winter and the oceanic acid the skeletal remains drowsing unplacid I've been caught again in my mental treacle shall I still wait to push the needle? (unintellegible mutters and screams about needles, bleach, hard drugs, euthanasia and so on) Is suicide worthwile? Or crocodile teardrops will affect me as the ginger in my syringe botches accidental injure? All of a sudden my distant ego smiles he even talks - thru self-telepathy Eighty Cee don't kill me don't be peppery so let me launch me thru my catapult the mishandled world of the rotten adults you've seen is not the youth's elastical goal - it's drastical perifrastical I bet that's the nightmare of whom stopped dreaming and achieving better things which agleam in the splendid future that could lift off only if the bad oldies accept to expire swerve off the mentality of the empire unworth since the new shall know love (mostly unintellegible as noises start to get more dense than ususal, complete chaos follows, more screams of lascivious, untidy nature, very multiple swears in rhythm like a soldier's march, the invocation of suicide, mass murder and extintion follows a presumedly faked orgasm) Gen Exers Millenials gave up rebellions they were collecting false medallions It was no revolt but harm unto strangers a vulgar display of hate exchanger that didn't defuse the asocial avalanche didn't they match any social stanch? Except for Gandhi, Dalai and Canterbury I don't bother for the Twentieth Century know to deliberate - today's discourse is more a revenge hybridate that does not aim to freedom and peace but self fulfillement that makes cease other's existence with their unrest imaginary enemies who're seen as pest conformist hollows who follow bad orders 1000 years in the realms of Sodom (my ears are erupting by this point, schreeches of a knifed guitar pickup surface, (simulated) audio of animal and human torture is fed back unto the pickups, the noise is once again taking over, then, after a long while, with the line "and life itself has losrt its importance", an innatural relative silence suddenly takes over for a very brief while) The problem is quite resented -- survival is taken too much for granted it's seen as improper a past disturbance and life itself has lost its importance people don't realize the gift they have until they lose their shift and the gears rust into a perpetual empty routine of residual directional still life which by then is a genuine imitation of fables of orgies and wine than ends in disappointment or eternal truce rather than consume you should produce do not endorse who'se a VIP and otrageous thou shall be wise so be corageous disdain their pretends -- rediscover the importance of having real friends (the noises once again take over, climaxes uncontrollably, my equipment got damaged irreparably by this point, one of the high-watt loudspeakers blows up (temporarily disabling the electronic drums and a few instruments' amp output), calm is somehow restored) Ending this song along its tangent let's highlight the matter in this frangent human life isn't seens as invaluable maybe because numbers are tolerable by the marketable exploting the gatherings using their pains as the gain's battery suprematism's peril is its preponderance so rediscover others' instance tolerance because suprematism does not allow any other's own thought so madmen forebow their weapons and destroy whose unfit in their domine of delusions and false grit lesson's over - let's go to the talamus I implant in my past self's hypotalamus ready to awake in myself with my parlorly We shall save the millenium for the quest of harmony (An ethereal calm and equilibrium is finally somehow reached in a resolutive chord, there's a cease fire, then... the noise explodes again, strings are now breaking apart, even on the bass and on the harpsichord, the harmonica is losing wind savers everywhere, the flute is cracked, electric piano and electric organ keys are either jammed or breaking, others amp are tearing themselves apart, my fingers are a bloody mess of pus, I cough blood and windsavers for using extreme vocalizations for 17 minutes straight. Without the stuff breaking, I would have continued it a few minutes more. I'd been deaf for nearly three days afterwards and spent the month with tinnitus with this song stuck on me at all times. Once I recover and repair my stuff I'll resume music).