1. HOLOCAUS - ABOUT ABORTIONS FEAT GRAY RAVENMOON

Every morning…Every morning I wake up…
And I have no words for what I feel…
Every day I go straight in front of mirror…
And I wonder what he’ll tell to me…

Dirty mirror…Dirty mirror tell me…
Inside your fake glass…Who am I ?...
Dirty mirror…Dirty mirror tell me…
Inside your glossy pane…What I’ll see ?...

I see empty walls… …I see empty walls…
Of chronic incomprehension… …Of chronic incomprehension…
I see hanging bodies… …I see hanging bodies…
That I don’t want more see!!!...
That I don’t want more see!!!...
I see forclosure and Imprisonment…
I see everything that I never had…

I see my Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…

Fake!...Bastard!...
The one in there, inside your dirty surface
Is not me!!!...
Dirty Bastard!...
The one in there,
Back your shiny fake glass…Is not me!!!...
Defragmentation and Polymerization…
Are stunned words that create me ideas…
Conclusion, Aversion and Decomposition…
Are three fixed ideas that have no age!!!...

Dirty mirror…Dirty mirror tell me…
Inside your shiny surface…What else is ?...
Dirty mirror…Dirty mirror tell me…
Inside your fake pane…What I’ll see ?...

What I see, I don’t like it and I cry…
(And I cry…And I cryyyy…)
I cry steel wires…That don’t falling down…
What I see, I don’t like it and I scream…
(And I screeeaaaaam…)
I scream yells of wax… …I scream yells of waaaaaaaaaax…
That I don’t want more!!!...

I see the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…
I see the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…

The Holocaust…The most inner…
(The Holocaust…The most inner…)
The Holocaust…That my personal…
(The Holocaust…That my personal…)
That never stops wasting breath…
(That never stops wasting breath…)
That never fails to be there with me!!!...
(Nooooooooo!!!...)

In a Post-Atomic world I searching for…
What I searching for, I will never find…
I move little…And I move slowly…Tell me,
Dirty Mirror… What am I ?...
My pretentions and my false pretensis…
Don’t need to tell me who I’ll become…
Dirty Mirror…Dirty Mirror tell me…
In your bastard frontage…What I leave ?...
Dirty Mirror…Dirty Mirror tell me…
In your broken facade…Who I’ll become ?...
Dirty Mirror…Dirty Mirror tell me…
In your bastard frontage…What I’ll see ?...

I see the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…
See the Hologram of my Holocaust…

My Lamentations are my Sensations…
My Impositions are my Oppressions…
My Oppositions are my Obsessions…
And all my Ambitions became my Depression…

And I live in very obscure times…

I see the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…

My Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…
This is the Hologram of my Holocaust…

Dirty Mirror…Dirty Mirror tell me…
Inside your fake glass…Who am I ?...
Dirty Mirror…Dirty Mirror tell me…
Inside your bastard frontage…Who I’ll become ?...