1. Velo (The Other Side Of Hate)

I know it won't be forever
But this is happiness and it's enough
Now I can see the colors
Now I can feel the voice of silence and satisfy my soul

No way to think to anything else
Deep and new vibrations are engaging my mind
Now I can see the colors
Now I can feel the voice of silence and satisfy my soul

I hate orders
I'm extreme

Openness and sincerity
Don't look for anything more
No property, no egoism, no plans
Just give me a reason to come back and stay

No lies, no shells
Do what you feel and prefer
Truth is so liberating – There is greatness in you
Truth is so liberating – Don't betray yourself

I hate orders
I'm extreme

No lies, no shells, no egoism, no plans
There is greatness in you. Do not betray yourself

Deep and new vibrations are engaging my mind
I wish to soothe myself and extinguish

Don't run!
Velo...

No property, no egoism, no plans
The other side of hate

2. Carnival Of Doom

Colors, transfigurations, the absurd, the freak
Come, come ladies and gentlemen
Merry-go-round and sweets

Welcome to this crazy show
Insane asylum for the voices of madness
Poetry and folly as antidotes to life
Vortex of vampires and blood-soaked nurses

This is the carnival of doom
This journey begins after darkness
The beasts will soon dance in the fire
This is the carnival of doom

Colors, transfigurations, the absurd, the freak
Come, come ladies and gentlemen
Merry-go-round and sweets

Fire-eaters, teddy bears, prizes and guns
Tumblers of shadows
Contortionists of the spirit
Acrobats of destiny

You'll experiment the fascination of this Nirvana of noise
Jugglers of life playing with tarots of hope

A Nirvana of noise
This is the carnival of doom

3. Free Spirit

This is a nameless night, but it's so meaningful
Almost perfect it is the scenery
The snow, a party elsewhere...
Somebody in a bed of sex and pleasure

Let's soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All's rising and falling in lies
All's rising and falling in lies

Lack of answers, absence of truth
Thoughts and actions are overloaded by structures
Find the force to convert this state of absolute absence
In a cradle of art and knowledge

Let's soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All's rising and falling in lies
All's rising and falling in lies

A feeble light to look at for a while
I want to fly, release my free spirit

Delicious and sublime

Let's soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All's rising and falling in lies
All's rising and falling in lies

Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind
No hurry in this night
No hurry in this night

Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind
Delicious and sublime
Delicious and sublime

4. The Soul That Doesn't Sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today
It's like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest

I can't decipher the weeping reason
There is an implied joy
But these tears are not flowing for joy
It could be this sick music I'm listening to
And the consciousness to be alone
Although I'm going to meet the world

All my fears come true
All my nightmares come true

It won't be the dark that will send my soul to sleep
It won't be the sun to awake my soul, I'm alive!
I'm free and satisfied
I'm alive, at least until you survive

The soul that doesn't sleep
My, my soul will never sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today
It's like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest

I am alive, at least until you survive

5. Existence

In a fireflies' world already gone when we begin to look at it
Interested in anything disinterested in production
In this fireflies' world

Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
I'm troubled by the thought of living only half
I get worked up about the heat of parading
Debilitated by the anxiety of inspecting me inside

I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate

In a fireflies' world already gone when we begin to look at it
Interested in anything disinterested in production
In this fireflies' world

Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
I count the forever things I have done
My soul, my skin, the only responsibility
My soul, my skin, testimonies of existence

I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate

6. Out Loud

Silence!

Permeated by a warm and heavy embrace
I still don't know what it was
Fear of being disappointed again and again
Faithful to my sixth sense

Torment and dissolution
Pain – I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just sensations

Permeated by my light I touch the stars
Rising from my abyss
Dominated by my wish I've no regrets
Hiding myself in darkness I ask for silence

Torment and dissolution
Pain – I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just sensations

I've already expiated enough
I leave you to your damnations
Seedy forces have exploited my heart
Only music can now save my soul!

I ask for silence!

Torment and dissolution
Pain – I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just illusions

I'm asking for silence
Out loud!

7. Death, Again

Overheated by passion, wired by the wind and nature
Surfing on the other side of the world
Ho sentito il mio corpo permearsi di paura
To lose all what I gained before

'Cause when you think to defeat it
Or at least to pander it, to accept it
Understand it, synthesize it, exorcise it, elaborate it

Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her
She wears young clothes, she has weaved
But she opens old wounds again

Queen, triumphant queen
Inconceivable and sovereign mystery
Time, time, we never get enough of you
Time, time, we never get enough of you

I dreamt to be bitten by a dog
I dreamt to give birth
I dreamt to die and to see myself blowing out
I dreamt to be swallowed by the fog
I dreamt to be a toy
I dreamt to be pierced by thousands needles
I didn't feel any pain, I felt nothing!

Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her
She wears young clothes, she has weaved
But she opens old wounds again

Queen, triumphant queen
Inconceivable and sovereign mystery

8. Exercise1

Absence absurdity amazement anger anxiety arm art awakening
Beauty bed behavior bodies brain breathe certainty chasm
Confession consciousness courage creation damnation dark delight desire (disaster) disappearance
(disease)

Ecstasy embrace emotions eroticism errors experience expression
Fall fate fatigue female fidelity fight flavor forgiveness freedom

Genius gift god hands happiness
Heart heels hell help hooker identity imagination
Inside instinct intrigue jealousy kiss knowledge laceration life
Lightness limits love Lucifer

Madness melancholy memory mistake misunderstanding moral mouths mystery
Nails nice nightmare oath odor orgasm pain paradise possession pulse

Questions rage reaction reality
Relief respect rise ruin seduction
Senses sex shame silence sin skin soul
Tattoos tears thighs thrill time touch trust truth

Understanding union
Value voices
Waiting watch wound
X y zero

9. Almost Ghostly

Understood I'm plain when I express myself, suffering when
I must censor myself for unknown reasons
Anything wrong in this?
What's the boundary between be real and faithful to your soul and let things
Happen how they have to go? Between free will and destiny?
Feeling time flowing, perceiving life elapsing

Almost ghostly, blindness follows
Light comes from above
They sit on the branches waiting for the wind
Endangered

I will want passion, I want love
We are the center, we came first
Murmur words of fire as we came first
Before everybody, before all

Almost ghostly, blindness follows
Light comes from above
They sit on the branches waiting for the wind
Endangered

I will want passion, I want love
We are the center, we came first
Murmur words of fire as we came first
Before everybody, before all

Almost ghostly, almost blur
Forever faithful to our souls
Almost ghostly, almost blur
The light is coming from above

10. Loneliness

Here is me again
Here's who I am
I live day by day with long-term projects

Here is where I arrived
Every day a new tile

I continue to feel a gap
Something that I call loneliness
I must find a solitude moment to write
And then music will be born by itself

This is my path, this is my knowledge
Eating the fruits of a hard long work
You need a great wish to be

Here is where I arrived
Every day a new tile

I continue to feel a gap
Something that I call loneliness
Lives and souls that seems to touch each other
But that'll never reach the infinity

11. Strangled Idols

I contemplate only shreds of truth
Nocturnal gusts make whirlpool
Strangled idols, seduced souls, opaque state of joy

Time after time all idols have been strangled
Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world
Day after day all idols have been strangled
In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to exist

I'm two voices, duality, I'm a witch that must not count to ten

Time after time all idols have been strangled
Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world
Day after day all idols have been strangled
In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to exist

Life! Death! Time! Pain! Joy! Silence!

An instance of silence between two noises of life
Cut throat of not lived time
Shredded leaves of my wretched life
Death glance, bringer of life
Shelled by the system, blinded by faith
Guided by instinct, armoured by pain

Time after time all idols have been strangled
Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world
Time after time all idols have been strangled
Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world
Day after day all the idols have been strangled
In this pure instant of silence, infected by seduced souls