HE KNOWS YOU KNOW
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to the priest at the confession when he offered you the sacred bread
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know, but he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened, you were walking with the dead
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know but he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet fever, crawl under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems, through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's questions when you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted panes
You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father listen to the lies he fed
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know but he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
he's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
you know, you know, you know
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EL SÁBEO, TI SÁBELO
Interruptor da luz, febre amarela, rube arrastrándose pola parede do teu baño
cantando gabanzas sicodélicas ás profundidades dun retrete de porcelana.
Tes veneno no estómago, tes veleno na cabeza.
Debeches ter escoitado ó cura na confesión cando che ofreceu o pan sagrado.
El sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, pero el ten problemas.
Comida rápida, febre cristalina, pululando por unha mente fracturada.
Agullas arrepiantes conxelan a emoción, os cegos guiarán ós cegos.
Tes veleno no estómago, tes veleno na cabeza.
Cando a túa consciencia susurrou -as veas marcadas- ti camiñabas cos mortos.
El sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo.
El ten experiencia, ten experiencia, el sabe, ti sábelo pero el ten problemas, problemas, problemas.
El sabe... Pulsos rachados, febre escarlata, arratrándose por baixo da porta do teu baño.
As arterias latentes zumegan os seus problemas a través do oco que a coitela rachou.
Tes veleno no estómago, tes veleno na cabeza.
Debiches ter escoitado as preguntas do teu sicoanalista cando te deitabas no seu diván de coiro.
Ollos en branco, febre púrpura, manando por cristais escarchados
Aprendíche-la túa lección -demasiado tarde- dos enlaces dunha cadea química.
Tes veleno no estómago, tes veleno na cabeza.
Debías ter quedado en casa e falar co teu pai, escoita-las mentiras que alimentaba.
El sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, pero el ten problemas.
El sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo, el sábeo, ti sábelo,
el ten experiencia, ten experiencia, el sábeo, ti sábelo,
ti sábelo, ti sábelo, ti sábelo.
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TALES OF A SCORCHED EARTH
farewell goodnight last one out turn out
the lights
and let me be, let me die inside
let me know the way from of this world of
hate in you
cause the dye is cast, and the bitch is back
and we're all dead yeah we're all dead
inside the future of a shattered past
i lie just to be real, and i'd die just to feel
why do the same old things keep on happening?
because beyond my hopes there are no feelings
bless the martyrs and kiss the kids
for knowing better, for knowing this
cause you're all whores and i'm a fag
and i've got no mother and i've got no dad
to save me the wasted, save me from myself
i lie just to be real, and i'd die just to feel
why do the same old things keep on happening?
because beyond my hopes there are no feelings
everybody's lost just waiting to be found
everyone's a thought just waiting to fade
so fuck it all cause i don't care
so what somehow somewhere we dared
to try to dare to dare for a little more
i lie just to be real, and i'd die just to feel
why do the same old things keep on happening?
because beyond my hopes there are no reasons
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CONTOS DUNHA TERRA ABRASADA
adeus boas noites o último que saia que apague
as luces
e déixame estar, déixame morrer por dentro
déixame sabe-lo camiño para saír deste mundo
de odio dentro de ti
porque o tinte está botado, e a cadela volveu
e estamos todos mortos si estamos todos mortos
no futuro dun pasado destrozado
eu minto só para ser real, e morrería só para sentir
¿por que seguen sucedendo as mesmas vellas cousas?
porque alén das miñas esperanzas non hai sentimentos
bendice ós mártires e bica ós nenos
por coñecer mellor, por coñecer isto
porque sodes todas unhas putas e eu son un maricón
e non teño nai e non teño papá
para aforrarme o desperdiciado, salvarme de min mesmo
eu minto só para ser real, e morrería só para sentir
¿por que seguen sucedendo as mesmas vellas cousas?
porque alén das miñas esperanzas non hai sentimentos
todos se perderon esperando a ser salvados
todo o mundo é un pensamento esperando a se desvanecer
así que á merda con todo porque non me importa
así que ó que dalgunha maneira en algures nos atrevemos
para intentar atrevernos a atrevernos por un pouco máis
eu minto só para ser real, e morrería só para sentir
¿por que seguen sucedendo as mesmas vellas cousas?
porque alén das miñas esperanzas non hai razóns
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Casdeiro
A Columna do Hipercrítico