1. SECONDS

Listen they're calling you
I can hear them clearly
From one side the cry your parents
Waiting anxiously to don't know you

From the other side
The desperate screams
Of the thousands of brothers
Not born" as you

All that you've dreamt
Won't happen again
All the sounds colors meanings

Dreams Simple Dreams

Hey your time is worning out
The noises are stronger

You've got a few seconds
It will be the worts moments of your existece
In this minimum space of time
You'll feel in the limit of madness

Of violence of scorn
Of hate and of pain

All your anxiety to live
Will become a desire
Of never have even
Dreamt with Life

When brightness touches you
When the shield is breaken

When air invades and water dries
You win't feel them anymore

Never more
Listen


2. OPENED EYES TO THE NOTHING

I feel that I need one more visit to
To my mirror hiding place
Trails through my reflexes takes me
To places where the characters are undefined forms

Here the consciouness disappears
While the chemicls contol me

Little by little the stage melt
Colored figures exhales turning around me
I ain't got any tickets left that provides
Me expeditions beyond real universe

So I see myself with
Eyes opened to the nothing

Where are the sirens piercings in my nerves
What are these ruins doing here
Instead of those huge monuments
To civilized imbecility


3. AUSTROPTECUS TECNOLOGICUS

At simple touch of a button
I have all the world in front of me
Without any effort
I scored goals tear down troops

My legs have forgotten how to walk
I become a slave of myself

Like a vicious circle
The further I am the nearest I am
I'm a jungle man
I'm a urban warrior

My legs have forgotten how to walk
And i became a slave of myself

Like a video
The armchair and I are the same
My arms just
Reach the command button

All decisions are taken by computer
I don't have my own desire

My food - My drugs - My air
Chemical - Chemical - Chemical

I'm a primitive being guited by remote control

I'm out of my mind

My mind is just a terminal
Turned on to a computer
Would I be the owner of the world
Or just a simple slave

I am in coma
Living a dull life
Not a life at all
Degradation

And you are not any person


4. MUTED BY FEAR

My dignity and pivacy beeig exploited and used

Unable to reason in my mind came
Scenes of that night
Trapped, I was seeing the cruelty
Of the human being

My dignity and privacy beeing exploited and used

The insomnia turns routine in my life
Shut up keeeping silence about all that
How will they understand me
Eyes and dirty minds

Fighting against my mind
Being muted by fear
Fighting against my mind
How many more times they did that again

I think of suicide finish it all for good
Or not who knows hunting them in the night
Revenge is not the law but what is the law
My mind is confused fear of people

I don't believe nobody
Rebuff of myself

Fighting against my mind
Being muted by fear
Fighting against my mind
How many more times

I'd be uncapable to those
That certainly would laugh of all the story
By I must muted by fear or by shame


5. ACTION LEVELS

I don't have mental action levels


6. NEGATIVES

Throughout times we've reached the top of science
Technology provides surprising advances
The diseases have been diagnosed but
Just human agressiveness wasn't understood

Negatives - Negatives - Urbarred
Prisoner - Negatives

Society tries to isolated itself by all the ways
Byt nothing succeed in stopping the public enemies

So once again future

Brings solutions by far irrational

Their hands don't even touch themselves
There are no shadows that follow them exepct for themselves

The police sirens that seeked them before
Now get through regardlessly

In the garrisons now empty there are giants de-materializers
Different worlds shapes are fused after the process
Spirals replace cells and other organic substances
The Dregs once terrifying have immortality together to an unbarred prison

Needles don't bring me the pleasure of before
I don't see my face in the mirros under the snow anymore
The chemistry that made me break the violence frontiers
Now sees me as a clown on a colousless outfit


7. P.M.D.

Until them you where a mad as the others
Suddenly you get living apart unnotice
And now more than never is time to make a decision
Good or bad some people deserve a lesson

The judment is yours
The criminals are yours
You retain the tribunal
The sentence yours

C'mon now please don't disappoint your Fans
Millions of them are watching your uncontrollable actions
Or crimes even if they are suicidal
Offensive nocive it's not your fault

Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D
Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D

All right you know I know you are no Jason
Jack, M. Miers the difference is style
Charm pose but you don't need these things
Courage man it's not time to stop

Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D
Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D

Everybody looks different at you - You laught and applaud
So no one approaches - You turn your back on them
They throw you stones - Your tear the rails apart
They kept fawning on you - You go back to your world

Anybody hasn't gone through
And there weren't so many friends either
Close to you in the wrong time
Just to have your acts under control

C'mon now please, don't disappoint your fans
Millions of them are watching yout uncontrollable actions
Or crimes even if they are suicidal
Offensive nocive it's not your fault

Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D
Psycho-Maniac-Depressive - P.M.D

Psycho-Maniac-Depressive


8. CONGRATULATIONS MR. MONEY

Money money money
I've never seen so much
Oh my god what can I to get more
This much is not enough

Does money, money, money brings hapiness
Ah! Ah! I'm laoughing at your face again

Dominate order command
This is what matters
Your life depending on my words
You'll always be in my hands

Does money buy friends
Ah! Ah! who does need them you

Congratulations Mr. Money
Maybe begging for my pardon

I decide between your life and your death
Cause I've gor the dirty money
Money that charges
But you're always around me asking

How I like it everybody someday should have this pleasure
Oh my god I want more give me more dirty money please

Million dirty dollars
Billions dirty dollars
Trillion dirty dollars


9. CONTRAST

The jail of a slum in Rio
What shall I do where to go
Spend vocations in St. Tropéz
Or visit mozambique
Fell the skin burn
Or feel the skin bleed?

Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts

A bum walks
Through the fifth avenue
Asking for spare change
A politician climbs
The hill of a slum in Rio
Asking for votes

Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts

At each minute
A boy dies
Of hunger in africa
At fat son of bitch
Punkes his lunch

Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts
Contrasts


10. PLATZ PITZ

Twentieth century ninth decade
The world really got crazy
Switzerland: On one side
The most luxurious block of the World
The biggest financial center
The greatest banks on the otherside
A few blocks away the most degrading
Place of the world Platzs Pitz

Hello Good morning Be welcome
But your ticket The show is going to start come on

Join us on this trip
Many times it's just a one way ride

Richness and misery walking side by side
Thousands of peoplem at the most of youngsters
Drugging theirselves and dying of overdose
More than half has got AIDS

Doesn't matter the destiny
Doesn't matter the place
Nothing matters

I don't care do you care
No one cares so fuck-off man

You've got the right to five syringes
You'vw got access to all drugs
You've got police support to drug yourself
You've got police support to kill yourself

Hell or paradise dream or nightmare
This you'll only tell in the end
Let's run from here
Hurry up Run Run Run

In broad daylight to whoever wants light shine
The light at the end
Of the tunnerl is near hold tight my hand
Will we get ate the end?

Now the light ate the end
Of the tunnel is going away
We're fighting
With scythes in the dark

Believe who's killing us ain't ourselves
Believe who's killing us are you

We're all prisoners
No bars to hold us
Come on The show can't stop
Run run run


11. FALLING INTO THE VOID

No light
No sound
No motion
No action
No vibrations
No sensations
Nothing
It's over


12. DISAPPOINTING THE RIDICULOUS ANALYSIS

They put you in the middle of a circle
Made by people wearing glasses and with hands on the chin
Lickerish stares makes you scared
Until someone points you a pan and say:

What's your problem
How was your childhood
We're your friends
We wanna help you

And then you're strucked with questions
Onde by onde exposing his thesis
Insinuating something about a certain Crazyman
Making you perplexed and actionless

Making you perplexed
And actionless

Now you're hindered them to inject in you
Their psichotic and maniac personality
Now theres nothing nothing wrong
The patient is not you anymore

What's your problem
How was your childhood
I'm your friend
I wanna save you

Althrough beeing in the center alone
Suddenly you surround them

Someone have just put down
Freud and all his concepts and analysis

Simply you avoid them
Simply you confuse them

Where are your questions
Where are your questions
Your books your reasons

They put you in the middle of a circle
Made by people wearing glasses and with hands on the chin
Lickerish stares makes you scared
Until nobody question you and you say

What's your problem
How was your childhood
I'm your friend
I wanna save you


13. CHOKED EXPRESSIONS

Colors forms Is all I hear
All the notes of my music
That sound too loud inside me
For you to notice out there

Notice out there