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The Forest
05:54
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Do you remember?
How we came here? Where are we?
Do you remember?
How easy still is to graze the knees?
This fucking fog is so thick,
everytime I run into it.
Am/I’m losing grip?!
Searching a place where to scream,
a place where to win.
Yeah! The forest in my head.
Here I choose what I am.
The forest in my hands.
Do you have idea
how much we love to share this place?
Do you have any idea
how lonely it is here when you're afraid?
I must have lost the keys,
I'm locked in I need to breathe.
Am I afraid of me?
Or simply scrared of living free?
Yeah! The forest in our heads.
Here we choose what we are.
The forest in our hands.
That's me getting mad,
on the train, on the bus,
on the plane,
anytime, anyway.
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Candle Thief
04:20
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Hey my lovely princess,
where have you gone?
You left me on the path saying so many bad words.
How many white lies,
to share your light.
Our candle is finished,
how can we get it right?
Should I burn, should I?
To brighten up our way.
Should I burn, should I?
To see all in once,
and then lay down on the path,
in the dark with our fears.
Hey my lonely princess,
where have you gone?
We'd build that candle up even stronger than before.
Every step that I take,
is another aside of you.
Our lights is trembling,
le let is not make it die.
Have I pushed you too far?
Have I put you too close to the edge?
Should I burn now,
the edge.
Should I burn, should I?
To see all in once, oh babe,
to brighten up our way.
Let is not make it die.
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Brotherhood Spirit
02:47
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I still can remember you eyes,
pointing at my soul, asking to save you.
It wasn't in my hands,
nothing still really is.
I was too young, too scared,
still blind, I felt like knowing how we die.
You deserved a better life, but hey friend,
now you're safer than anyone.
Our brotherhood still lives,
I'll keep you spirit with me.
The time is just wasting itself,
trying to give up all,
it doesn't even exist.
I've been a rude shadow too long,
now I appreciate, thanks mate,
blink me from above.
I miss you so much.
I still can remember your eyes,
blink me from above.
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Their Brains Upside Down
03:53
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I’m addicted to flowers as you are to paper,
I plant seeds and you pay to live,
I don’t go crazy because of the weather,
I don’t scream in the major square that my heroin is better.
I’m tired of these skulls,
they walk around with their brains upside down.
I’ve got lost, I’m a ghost who takes life just when it’s singing alone.
You point your fingers and than you hide,
you seems fucked up but you’re just high,
high of slavery all life long,
how I’d like to have your head within a bomb.
All alone, All alone, how i'd like to have your head within a bomb.
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Painter On Panic
07:33
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I'm the painter of my life,
the one who's trying to survive.
Colors and blends to represent this mess,
describing the chaos that's living inner.
A cold sweat drops in my eye,
my heart ticks fast like on a climb.
“Silence!” Is yelling the brain,
I'm passing out, no way out.
Inside my head, whoah! Inside my head there is a whoooah!
Everytime I lose control I fall down painting the floor.
“Sam, this is a consequence of you simple choice,
whatever will happen don't follow the voice.
I cannot tell you who I am but please be strong.”
Something takes me back with brutality,
into my weird, strange reality.
I just hope I'll live free.
Is my body fading away?
The face muscles are shaking so straight.
Have you ever felt like overdosed?
Have you ever felt like dying alone?
It's all inside my head.
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The Illusionist
04:04
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The illusionist seems magic and so fucking freak,
But he makes me believe ’cause he knows how to speak.
He’s climbing mirrors just to appear a little more higher,
But once known the trick I realize he’s a lier.
Another sham, another damned to avoid like the plague,
And I stand here sad holding on to a black flag,
Another trick, another joke to confide, but it’s hard,
My best friend must be a wizard.
The weight of the words you shoot in the air soon or later will fall back,
And I’m going to see those mirrors under your feet, they’re breaking’.
The illusionist sees magic where I see his empty Jack’s.
I am wasting my youth smashing the face on the truth.
Fuck you.
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The Beasts
03:36
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Ho il fumo negli occhi e il sudore brucia da bestia.
(Smoke in my eyes and the sweat burns like hell)
La gente salta, un naso saltae infine salta anche una testa.
(People’s jumping, a nose is flying away and at the end a head too.)
The ones still standingwill be shot and suppressed,
but we are the beasts, we are the braves,
we rise out fists and smash you straight to the grave.
All the beasts around the world screaming from the deapths of their souls.
Ho i gomiti in faccia e il sudore non è più lo stesso.
(Elbows on my face and the sweat isn’t the same )
Cazzo se è rosso,
(Fuck, It’s so red)
ma io non mollo, non mi caccerai più.
(but i’m not giving up, you won't hunt me anymore)
We're savaging poachers,
not to let them savage us.
We are the poor gents,
they are the fuckers.
Don't you dare pointing,
step outta here.
All the beasts around the world wailing from the deapths of their souls.
Te la leviamo noi la voglia di sborrare a ufo nelle vagine creando aborti vivi che ci
vengono ad
ammazzare.
(We are going to take you the urge away of cumming in random vaginas creating
living abortions that come to kill us).
We save the forest, we eat the humans.
We save the forest, we hit the humans.
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30 MILES Florence, Italy
Estabilished in 2010. Over 150 shows, 4 line-up changes, 3 records (1 ep, 2 albums), 0 deaths.
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