1. |
Chamber
02:17
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Wells Without being
swallow without shame
repressed hopes and dreams
suppressed in the hearts
of the time reversed
in sad senses of feelings
in old mists combusted
of shimmering white dressed
Wells, without
shame, without
hopes and dreams
You have to search
through the chambers
in rooms of illusions
to confuse the dumb snares
of the coming moment
that ties us
in this mock advance
of silent sequences
...Of silent sequences
of silent sequences
of silent sequences
of silent sequences.
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2. |
Back Home Early
04:27
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…then he looked up
and all around him
was unfamiliar
more than ever
dreading like a prey.
Scared by the "akins"
and more again by himself,
lost the essence of the breathe
of hearts beating outside him....
...He will baptize man
in a blood river.
His sight on "the thing".
What love enhances
hate turns in weapon.
He rised and screamed
“why God,
why god have you forsaken me?”
Sunset, crimson sky
worn but exited,
dirty and alive,
taking steps
on the edge of a tie
between human and me,
tonight
I come back home
between human and me,
I come back home
early.
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It seems that i have no choice
I feel bound to give up hope
Drawing disjointed lines with my mind
On the paper of expectations,
It seems that I have no choice.
Feeling at home when I close my eyes
And black is all I can see
In the kingdom where pain lives
Where fate and unforeseen are kings...
Each door
Each one towards dark rooms
Each door, million doors
Where you have to look for light
In complete darkness
Driven by imagination
You find the way out
That leads to darkness again
Where pain leaves
Where fate and
Unforeseen are kings
In the kingdom where pain lives
Where fate and unforeseen are kings
The only hope is to lose yourself
In the dark of an empty room
So you don’t have to face
The black judge, the random butcher
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4. |
In The Mess
02:54
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In the Mess
Surprise hides
In front of your eyes
It materializes
Leaving you
A kind of suspended illusion
That bittersweet feel
That recurs
When you slowly taste
The wait of a decision
In The Mess
Surprise hides
what you don’t expect
materializes
in front of your hides
leaving you
the feel of "the other way"
All is Held
In a moment
In a smile, in a moan
In the conscience
All is Held
In a moment
In a smile, in a moan
In a viewpoint
Lyrical events
Run like
Oily floods
Under the line of fire
In an odd way
Of meeting
The wait
The why
To know
or to hide?
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Hysteric pregnancy
that gives birth to the puke
injection of your limbs
of deception and "unfullness" full.
All that makes you proud
of your own dust cloud
All that makes you proud
cowed down to the dread you include.
With head bowed gaze solitude.
The only light
that leads you bright
the only light
comes from above,
the squared circle you're not part of.
Smooth and sharp sensation
gives birth to the puke
smash the skull of that one (who's)
groping inside you.
...cowed down to the dread you include.
With head bowed gaze solitude.
Who the hell's inside my head?
Who the hell's inside my head?
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6. |
Gift
04:34
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Male voice, female voice
talking
A sample of normality.
Wish it was something I could understand,
But it's still a thing to be imagined.
Wish i had the gift of crying
so my guts don't melt down
so I don't see myself
full of blood repressed
Stay all alone, staring at your hands
ready to embrace the rain.
But your face's still dirty
and its shape is carved in the dust
showing the countenance
of the one who heard
too much.
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7. |
Palindrome
02:31
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The sun rises
secretly and quiet
creating the new core
around which time revolves
The seesaw swings back and forth
forth and back
and when everything again starts
direction loses sense.
We find ourselves swinging
even now, when the sun is raised
and just like before
everything happens in a turnover
of binary but palindrome gestures
Back and forth
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Consider yourself destroyed
grind up,
melt down,
decreased,
into the smallest item
the human eye have seen
Yourself destroyed
from now i won’t repeat
that you’re the grain
all that remains
to zero comes again and again
The mouth
said you name
so prepare
Frenzy mashes
lights and glares
before lamps now arrows
that show the way.
More and more nut
the timeless run
toward no destination, but
faster to the end.
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9. |
Decay
03:44
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And now your sight
fixed, looking for light
Long hair accompanying "the thing"
once relentless troop
pulled by beauty ambitions and dreams.
Afternoon heat, confused view and
the blinding sun
hand in hand with youth.
The body's lying in the damp room
-rust on the doorknob- and flesh
feeding the light that rises green,
lapses, rotting, enriching the ground...
We are decaying right now.
Now you no longer like her beauty
Now you no longer like her beauty
Now you no longer like her beauty
Now you no longer like her beauty
Decayed features reveal the appearance
of what always you wanted to
and now refuse, denying your own essence.
You deny,
you deny
you deny
deny your own essence.
We are innocent flowers in a burning lawn,
the wind is bending the slightest stems.
Flames don't judge, but unforgiving,
equalize the beauty and the rest in ash...
feeding the light that rises green,
lapses, rotting, enriching the ground.
Afternoon heat, confused view and
the blinding sun, hand in hand with you.
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Incerto é il silenzio,
un giorno che inizia e cammina da qui
incerto é il silenzio
Un giorno che inizia e cammina da qui
Incerto é il silenzio
Incerto é il silenzio
She comes to me,
oh black dress,
shadow of the tired air
I hopeless include
Static both
but every moment closer
She, the beauty
She, the end
She, my life
She, my birth
The circle is closed
in the embrace of love and death
Her mild sight,
dreamlike stroke
Against attraction’s law
Nothing that nothing pulls in
in the grip of the flash that comes
breathing life in the beautiful nothing
Thereafter I understand
Is not she who closer comes,
Ascending am I, instead
Towards her black dress
I beg: come back
You, my life
You, my love
You, my birth
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The blinding light
and the sloppy matter
Fluttering shapes
in the misty air
Thoughts blend
in shattered senses
mended by the timeline
in the enveloping uproar
You see me different,
with reasonable eyes
You can’t be wrong
if you argue clockwise
But I, You see,
who the reason have lost
butchered, fed with its flash
I live of what’s left
Shapeless, Timeless
Without myself
And yet I move and think!
And watch with stranger’s eyes
The base where your gods stand
becoming spot where I can rest.
In the shadow of their size,
i observe the sloppy matter
fluttering shapes in the misty air
in complete silence,
Silent
Silent
Silent
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INFALL Arona, Italy
We are INFALL, chaotic hardcore from Italy since 2015.
Members:
Santa - Voice
Miky - Guitar
Cisco - Bass
Frollo - Drums
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