1. SLOW DOWN!

Slow down.
God can hear you.


2. HANDMADE GOD

For that viper that grows inside your head
She remains there waiting to be fed
Self made parasite speculating about the end

Can you forgive her?

Back into the womb of this holy woman
Else pregnant of an entire breed
Of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed

Can you forgive them ?

They promised me a miracle
A private god for me to hold

Can you forgive me?

They promised me a miracle
Someone to really love

Can you forgive me ?

Your handmade god
Is back into your womb

Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy
Of creating a god that sees what I see,
Looks exactly like me ,rather what I wanted to be

Can you forgive me?

For that viper that grew inside my head
For having betrayed you so well

can you forgive me ?

They promised me a miracle
When all my crimes will be just one
But now is gone
They promised me a miracle.
Back to your womb it feels so cold.


3. V.C. (GLORIA DOMINI)

Would you pay by surprise?
Feasting on the dead's cultures?
And Christ what should I say more?
But honestly, I love that

Yes, everyone has a price
Why is everyone so suprised?
And there is always a claw
At the end of each hand
They strecht down to help you
(They) strecht down to hurt you

Look at me and see your child (had you been this good child)
(and) learn from your little girl
As she suicides once more
And then you have failed to be there
Too involved in tuning the world's daily lecture
On the vulture culture

(God has surprise
I really had - had to watch the ....
But when I'm offered of dead cultures
I can't see anymore
I have to lie)

Everything has its price
Is everyone satisfied ?
Let me show you my sex
At the palm of each hand
It goes back and protects you
It ends up fucking you

Just tune me once more
And just try me once more
Just turn me on
Just tune me once more

Just try me once more
Just drive me once more
Just turn me on
Just tune me once more

Sell me out, sell me out, sell me out, sell me...

Yes, everyone has a price
Yes, everything is a prize
Let me show you my suprise,
Let me show you my suprise

Does it turn you on to keep on tuning on this vulture culture ?

Vulture Culture - are you satisfied ?

Let ME show YOU my suprise...


4. THE HANGED MAN

Put your arms around my neck
Just like a pathetic lace of death
Displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man
And here I stand
With a flame on my hand
Do you understand?

If there is hope for me
She is flirting with the breeze
On a peculiar choreography
With the dead arms of some old southern tree

Silently, lips sealed against me
Silently, wanna walk with me?

And it makes you wanna know
If in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna reborn
And like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form

When you can still kill me,
When you can still cure me. Cure me.

Put your lace around my face
Just like a fairytale
Through the blank of my closed eyes
You can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know
How deep have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ride
Through the fake suicide of someone
Already dead inside

Still you walk with me, silently

And it makes you wanna disclaim
Something you had really never learnt

And it makes you wanna stay
Forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me.