1. XVI - THE SUBLIMATION

What I am immediately becomes what I was the 'IO'
Becomes 'US' and explodes in endless pluralities
We long to take hold of the change from soul to form
We're sublimating towards total nonexistence
Without shelters nor hiding places
Not even the animal side is going to last
From the highest rock or the deepest cavern?
We lose the countless worlds which I've seen while going through the one-hundred-eighteen monolithic squeakings
Trying to condense the free existence we get stopped from a wise man who insists in wanting to explain the sense of nonsense
Is he real or just the last memory from an overloaded conscience?
Am I the wind?
Now the time fades
Finally
We walk near the void
Towards the top hat of an illusionist
We're no more bunnies nor coloured handkerchiefs
Am I falling or are we falling?
Suddenly they are many
Am I air or gas?
Are we ether?
Are we DUST but not ice in this sublimi-nation towards the void
Give us only crystal dust to eat
Now
Horse made of light
We will never ride again!
Without our back and without bones
Nothing will break anymore
While falling without body
We are dust but not rust in this sublimation towards the void particle collisions
Breaking of all ties to the nucleus the wise man has made os lose our path
We're entering the non-nucleus in our non-form something exists
Do I or we see?
What's left?
The sensation is gone!
Maybe a long time ago
Maybe while time was passing by
We still see ethereal surfaces crossing space and a single mental vision binds the countless atoms of our nebulas non-form
Fantastic palindrome science helps particles to condense
It pushes together organs and ether
This is the prodigy of evolution!
Is it a new form of knowledge or reminiscence?
Trust the rust!
The question becomes so heavy to crush the goofy wise man
So to reveal the inside made of pipes and bolts misbeliefs no more


2. XVIII - INTO THE KEYHOLE

The granitic gear moves this titan of shadows!
The taboo is still moving...
It generates bronze thunders
Motionless engine of a system of false willings
The old man knew rivers of consciences rapidly flow
They become water falls like blood from a dancing satyr
But nothing has been written!
I want to reset the goal and destroy the purpose
With this compound break all the rocky boards of values
Riding on the back of my tiger
Throwing shit on prophets' faces
The morals of the meat grinder!
Meat made of tin plate of mediocre values still humans
Too humans
Too humans
Too!
I am based on glycerine and with dynamite I will blow up all of the taboos
I will destroy the chest of the earth a million times I've exploded
A million time I will explode again
Based on glycerine I will damage the fortress of your confidence
I want to eviscerate morals
Riding my tiger without fear to travel through the linear past or circular?
I'm the nitrate of glycerine which will blow up your fortress of absolutes
I'm the dynamite which will blow through the net of the truth
I'm nitroglycerine
The new Nostradamus with a wig
To explode in plains covered by spiderwebs made of stone
I'm nitroglycerine
I explode in every direction and you can be sure nothing will remain of your calculated path
Only sand
Only sand
Sun and sand in the hourglass inside the Chimaira's chest
Sun and sand on vines watered by rusty waters
Sun and sand in oceans of mus
In which only vessels made of stone can sail captains
Sailors
Masters of diamond storms
Only they and their army of citizens will last shipboys assembled from pieces of rocks
Sand and sun


3. XIV - ICE, SMOKE AND HORSES

Oedipus king of Tebe
Master of mental clutches and enigmas you fight alone
Fight against destiny
Benefactor and murderer of yourself
You lost mind against equality
Unlucky fate or exemplary destiny?
It destroyed your age and made you ran away
Far away
Caged in the mist you managed to penetrate
Was mother
Wife
Lover Giacasta your last defeat
Reason was your power
Reason was your poison which cures and destroys
And it cured and destroyed yourself
Pharmakon!
Eternal innocence cannot fill the chalice of my cosmic sin
Won't ever quench destiny's everlasting thirst
Tiresia protected by the veil of truth announced your decay
A faceless future awaits your eyeless gaze
Towards the most ungrateful exile
Father of yourself
Best crusher of values you're only the excuse of a false society
Flesh's exile
Sight's exile
Mind's exile
Exile of the self
Pharmakon!
Your veil has gone king Edipo
Open the path from this sea of uncertainty and matted branches
From the throne of theory everyone talks about practical things but are just silly and stupid
They don't realize they're sitting on guillotines made of stone Edipo!
Speak
Sit on the knees of this tree!
It's fruits are
Fish
Scissors
Salt
Glass
Diamond
Gold
Shit
Bunny
Vomit and storm
It's seeds are
Eggs
Metal
Knowledge
Rock
Coal
Meat
Hat
Stomach and wind
It warms everything up by remembering to you the heartbeat
Follow the monkey's melody
Play dice once more
But not in the swamp
It wasn't possible even to put the chips down
I think it's not right to pace the paths with no legs
Eight like spiders or two like the dancing satyrs?
What matters is the essential re-falling
Behold
You can see a path from the mirror
What 10 write
Nobody knows
They dare to judge even with their brains made of feathers and muscles made of shit
The astonishment which will fill them scuba divers in swamps
Rocks and seaweed in putrid sewers maybe only envy will burst in a river of incandescent magma from their wrinkled faces


4. XV - WHAT? CHIMERA!

The wind represents me this valley of trees made of rust
Here nothing moves on the ground!
Taboos crush the matter
Everything changes into water
Matter-juice
Now I'm play against the universe
Its king is in check since ever
And in this action I'm pacing with a circular movement the spirals of destiny
Without any meaning
The bishop of diagonals suggests me a passage and suddenly the Master of Rhetoric appears
(Speaks) - long beard
Stony eyes
Surrounded by polyhedrons which binds with each other
'Look!
Against the light into the eye made of glass the army of monkeys forged from the rocks will finally come
What I'm speaking about is carved in primordial stone you're destined to cross this eternal river for ever
It's impossible to orientate in the borderless sea
You're only dust in the wind!
And before it turns into a storm get on my vessel of rock
Algebra and order will sew up yourself as a ripped suit
Dressed of number and measure you'll be a gear inside a mechanism superior even to the Divine!
Master of plan
In categories you will arrange the life of flora and fauna
You will change their form into polyhedrons!
A flock of mechanical ravens comes out of the icy volcano and forms the face of the beast you command
Chimaera
Strangling Sphynx
Living image
What are you?
Blu flames from your lion-head turn everything in emerald winds
Instantly recreating the fear of limits!


5. CLX - QUIBBLINGS

(Instrumental)


6. XI - SOPHISTICATED TELESCOPES

Thinking...
You balance all relations that give form to your mood
We're not that bad, only inept by nature
Conquests' joy and anguish of losses create a relation of fragile balance
Anger jumps into the sphere of calmness and there it hides
Always ready to expand in every direction
Always ready to hide quickly
(And so) finally begins the councious reflection and time
Smart assistant of civilization chains the impossible freedom of equal cohabitation
It dosen't exist
Foul bauble that can be easily corrupted
A monkey which dances between Jungle's lianas has the natural freedom we cannot see anymore
Not even with sophisticated telescopes
Another human invention that magnifies but cannot help to find our greatest hidden desire
Sublime and subliminal
Never really achievable
Freedom of mind and body
Marble devices are working inside our chest tinplate organs are dripping brown oil we won't even feed the earth
No tree could grow on our shreds of marble and tin and time
Smart assitant of fate
Starts abstract movements
Neverending
Invisible paths
Impossible to fit in round dials and hands
Another human invention that beats time but cannot help to find our greatest hidden desire
Sublime and subliminal
Never really achievable
Freedom of mind and body


7. XVII - GOLDEN WATERFALLS PART IX

Nothing, at first view, many seem more unbounded than the thought of man
Which not only escapes all human and authority
But is not even restrained within


8. XVII - GOLDEN WATERFALLS PART VI

Within the limits of nature and reality
But I'm still thinking about the forms of the mind's wall
To form monsters, and join incongruous shapes and appearances
Costs the imagination no more trouble than to conceive the most natural and familiar objects
But I'm still thinking about the forms of the mind's horses
And while the body is confined to one planet along which instant transport us into the most distant regions of the universe;
Or even beyond the universe
Into the unbounded chaos, where nature is supposed to lie in total confusion
What never was seen, or heard of, may yet be conceived:
Nor is anything beyond the power of thought
Except what implies an absolute contradiction
But though our thought seems to possess this unbounded liberty
We shall find, upon a nearer examination
That it is really confined within very narrow limits
And that all this creative power of the mind amounts to no more than the faculty of compounding
Transposing
Augmenting
Or diminishing the materials afforded us by the senses and experience
But I'm still thinking about the forms of the waterfalls of mind
When we think of a golden mountain
We only join two consistent ideas
Gold and mountain
With which we were formerly acquainted
But I'm still thinking about the forms of the waterfalls of mind
A virtuous horse we can conceive
Because, from our own feeling, we can conceive virtue
And this we may unite to the figure and shape of a horse
Which is an animal familiar to us
In short, all the materials of thinking are derived either from our outward or inward sentiment
The mixture and composition of these belongs alone to the mind and will
Or, to express myself in philosophical language
All our ideas or more feeble perceptions are copies of our impressions or more lively ones


9. XII - TO (T)RUST THE T(RUST)

I'm the salt titan
I observe humanity while it involves from machine to chainless beast rock after rock
(The mechanism) forces the mind against a never ending scherme
The lack of freedom of choosing stuck in everyday hypocrisy and actions repeated of morals
Pure spirit
Grain after grain unchainable and lost is nature
I sail
I float on humanity's vomit observing envy and pink ignorance
Surrounding the chief of people
Preventing them to breathe truth and nature
Grain and nature
Grain after grain
Only the puddle of laziness swamp without sand made of shit
Tar
Chicken bones
Rooster's head
Sulphur
Uranium
Mixed to rotting thrones rough images communicate a sharp hate and artificial love
Flat without tail alive in grey boxes in noisy and toxic veins
(You) stupid idiots, wolves at the door of formless shadows
Old masters of puppets, mature in vengeance and thirst of power should throw your throat in the lava and unforgivable stupidity and ignorance spread like a virus without a cure
As heroes pierced by a needle we grow idiocy
(World of flesh fairytales with no destiny
Best souls repressed by religion, ignorance and fear
The more weak are people with power, the more they build their salt fortresses without making a single sound)