Modern Prometheus
Hell on Earth a city destroyed
nuclear fire bringer of death
radiations diseases spread
a sarcophagus cannot contain
the power of the nuclear rage
CHORUS
a doomed place
frorn now on
men are too weak (x2)
the world contaminated
death embraces it all
where everything is devastated
by the nuclear explosion
CHORUS
men playing god
with lives they don’t own
like a modern prometheus
a power they can’t control
a power that cannot be contained
CHORUS
men playing god
with lives they don’t own
like a modern prometheus
a power they can’t control
a power that cannot be contained
where human beings reigned
death embraces it all
where human beings reigned
death embraces it all
a ghost city is born
men playing god
with lives they don’t own
like a modern prometheus
a power they can’t control
a power that cannot be contained
CHORUS
men playing god
like a modern prometheus
Holodomor
Poison on society
in the beginning of the end
the coming of industry
from pull out to the roots
destroying everything
Holodomor!
in the end it’s not a strife
Holodomor!
kill for the wheat
making us prisoners of our land
they force to produce for them
found only death for those
who try to escape
Holodomor!
in the end it’s not a strife
Holodomor!
Holodomor!
crazy or fearless
tired and broken
Holodomor!
in the end it’s not a strife
Holodomor!
kill for the wheat
Holodomor!
in the end it’s not a strife
Holodomor!
Holodomor!
K-141
An explosion under the sea
trapped in this iron cage
no way out the walls collaps
no more air to breathe
sinking slowly
surrounded by dead bodies
sinking slowly
towards death (x2)
a disaster amongst the waves
died surrounded by water
fire and gas bring death
no chance to run away
twenty-three survivors died
in the ninth compartment
waiting for a rescue
that will never come
twenty-three survivors died
in the ninth compartment
destined to burn
to die and suffocate
an explosion under the sea
trapped in this iron cage
no way out the walls collaps
no more air to breathe
sinking slowly
surrounded by dead bodies
sinking slowly
towards death (x2)
twenty-three survivors died
in the ninth compartment
destined to burn
to die and suffocate
twenty-three survivors!
a russian submarine
sinking into the Barents sea
a russian submarine
sinking into the Barents sea
a disaster amongst the waves
blocked surrounded by water
fire and gas bring death
no chance to run away
Hit the mass again
A nation in a double bind
its independence attacked
people united until the end
they’re ready to fight and win
from west to east
it’s time to rebel
we fight for our freedom
the masses rise aqainst the wall
they’re ready to die
hit the mass
hit this fucking mass again
these rebel sirens in the dark
wake this waiting masses rise
the army is ready for war
the enemy is near
from west to east
it’s time to rebel
we fight for our freedom
the masses rise aqainst the wall
they’re ready to die
Ukraine insurgent arrny
against the enemies
Ukraine for ukrainians
we’ll resist one day again
we fight until the end
Ukraine insurgent army
against the enemies
Ukraine for ukrainians
we’ll resist one day again
we fight until the end
we’ll resist one day again
we fight until the end
we’ll resist one day again
we fight until the end
hit the mass
hit this fucking mass again
hit the mass
hit this fucking mass again
Acid Rain
The tragedy takes shape
It becomes news
Voce
Grow up
It lies within me
It lies within you
It transforms
It clogs the soul
Invade vite
A new memory
And we'll queue to see
What do you think you'll discover?
You are acid rain
Death
Edit the route
The root diverts the mind
Experience the new line
You breathe contagion
Death
You are acid rain
Death
Edit the route
The root diverts the mind
Experience the new line
You still have to die
Look at yourself
Adrenaline rush
Feel disgusted
Enjoy
Was you
The boaster with enough looks
Acid rain
I'll stay and watch
– Jacopo Battuello –
God Rape The Queen
Catch me
Proud as a god
But this isn't dirty enough
There's no one there now!
What the fuck do you need?
Recycling violence
Your power is in your broken bones
Dry me up
We are getting stronger
They are afraid, we are like a disease
leave me alone
Things get worse
He squeezes a little too hard
It happens to bite you in the end
I get older and suffer compromises
I don't think this is just a journey
Don't set me free when the bastard looks at me smugly
Piece of shit
They order
Wrong
They demand
Wrong
They want
Wrong
You want me to crawl
You are wrong
God rape the queen
It's the same way as before
Corrode every truth in the world
It's the same way as before
Deprive ourselves of emotions
Betting everything on coins
False concept
Mother of social classes
Identified by deception
Becoming primarily citizens
Identity is abandoned
It's easier to proceed
They all need directions, there are fewer problems
A command to execute, fuck you
God rape the queen
It's the same way as before
Corrode every truth in the world
It's the same way as before
Bored multinational owners plant ideas in the minds of careerists
They proceed with their heads held high
They feel loved,
They run like dogs
They piss their pants identifying with themselves
You feel important
Wrong
God rape the queen
Freedom is not hidden in money
Money hides freedom
– Jacopo Battuello –
Lose Your Balance
Darkness
Getting to get hurt to understand
Cultivated expanse with heads stuck in poles
Trophies of black madness
Cold human bodies
Eyes tired, sick, and looking for rest
But there is no respite
Luce
Clears the mind
Fertilize lands
It penetrates psychosis, fueling the unstable search for darkness
Dazzling memories
Bleached images exhausted by resentment
Eyes tired, sick, and looking for rest
But there is no respite
The flame
She must never be alone
The answer to the sun
Your fire joins in the bonfires of the night
Earth light
Expression of the soul echoing within the spirit born from the embers
Dance the tongue of fire
Breathe with the night, dance, breathe the night, dance
Breathe in the night, expand
You are a mirror of life, a confused reality
He staggers deranged
Wandering in non-existent existence
– Jacopo Battuello –
Oversize Load
Suddenly waking up under the shadow of oppression
Cold shades carve furrows in the mind
Abandon yourself to the silence of obsession
It flows rough through the veins
The mutilation of cognition makes one defenseless
Kill doubts
Your exceptional transport
Ombra within you
The darkness that attracts
It brings you down, it's all around
Gloomy scenario
It is born in your head, through me
Loss
One more step towards nothing
Fake friends
Warriors without talents
It presents itself as a guide
It sheds blood
The shadow of the serpent separates
Suggesting verses demands attention
Sliding towards the bottom you flounder without courage
Drain yourself of any feeling
You've lost your anger, this is a cage
Absorbed in the darkness
It's all inside, it wants to exist
Loss
One more step towards nothing
Fake friends
Warriors without talents
You let yourself be lifted up
Kill doubts, shadow inside you
Thoughts that empty themselves
It comes from your heads, through me
Footprints left to fade into dust
It was just an exceptional transport
– Jacopo Battuello –
GMO Planet
Here, where appearance is what counts
Feeling like a right person, the one who makes the difference
Speaking as if there was always someone listening
He belittles what he doesn't understand
Welcome to the mix of uncertainty and fear
Incapable of asking questions, fickle and mischievous
This way of being of yours,
It will drag you into a vortex of mistrust
Evolution interrupted
Disconnect one day – finish creation
Take me now
Come to the surface
You are nothing
Bastards
Mental abyss
You're not worth shit
Both for them and for yourself
Experience aesthetics, you don't even know who you are
Helpless and listless inhabitant eager for attention
Evolution interrupted
Change your mental path – destroy the prey
Take me now
Come to the surface
You are nothing
Bastards
Mental abyss
I can kill you
Fuck you
You are shit
It screws into the brain, soaked in words and reverberation
Dog eat dog
Personal ego prevails
You make me crazy, you fucking loser
– Jacopo Battuello –
Hand Of God
Poverty spreads across countries, deadly hunger fuels hatred
The burial fields now have no borders, nothing can stop the curse of fate
What did we do to receive this punishment, God is angry with us
There is someone who caused divine anger, brought the plague to us
The disease develops in the dirty cavity, a sickly wind bringing death
From one dead man many others follow, the infection spreads from breath to breath
We will die until the culprit is punished, we must eradicate this thorn
He must die to cleanse us from his sins, the scapegoat was born
You will never dominate nature and its anger
You will never dominate, you will die at the hands of God
The crown is gone / insane madness reigns / resentment is fomented by lies
Down the streets / the hordes of stupid people / trample the infected person who dies
Masses of corpses / with tormented faces / look at the growing plague
People crammed into / deadly places / the infection spreads faster
The useless hunt / goes on without stopping / corpses thrown into the fire
No sacrifice / will save you from the plague / casting out a liar's will
Living your lives / in superstition / afraid of what God will send
Suffering your own / imagination / your fear took you to the end
You will never dominate
You will never dominate, you will die at the hands of God
– BLACK PROPAGANDA & Federico Tinivella –
Silence Of The Mind
Dreaming of the past and the future
I'm talking about your lies
The legs break
Cannibals over the bones
They laugh when the spirit falls on deaf ears
Your face face to face
It burns
You want to know some part of the heart better
We can do better now
He grows in voices, devastated
Sacrifice the pain
We are going to lose a war
Do you want to play again?
Biggest battle cry:
I'm ready to die!
When you want to try a jump
You are growing
When you want to feel the string
You resurrect hidden areas of the soul
Biting remorse
Words like blades
Tears on the razor's edge flow in search of the way
Bleeding life
Inject death
Captured by madness
You walk among the ruins
The nothingness that devours
Silences of the mind
No inhibitions
No way
Things change, full of banal speeches
But when you pull the trigger
You will change realities
Bleeding life
Inject death
Captured by madness / cannibals over the bones
It vents the selfishness that has grown in suffering
You will complete the Jungle of Shards
Fragments of dreams piled up in the hearts of those who remain
– Jacopo Battuello –
System Down
Weapon in hand
A problem that is yours alone
Fuck me
Don't worry, cop
You get there at retirement
Every day he cheers me up
And I listen to your whims
Show respect
Everyday
Once again
Still
Not anymore
Destroy
Law and truncheons
Doubtful combination
The politician's whore
Protected by helmets and shields
I despise when I meet you
Your system collapses
Infected princes move around you
Screaming in the street
Whispering in the walls
But he's only interested in making himself heard
You are a number that pays for their vices
Fuck politics
Destroy
Articles and sanctions
Like sacred texts and punishments
Raping children
Your beliefs, how many things you have in common
Your system collapses
Checked
Examined
Track
Fuck you
Hey cop, permanent employee
Public official
I hate religion
And I want to set you on fire
Look at them
They have the best guard dogs:
Jester policemen
Massacre the judges
Destroy banks and governments
Your system collapses
– Jacopo Battuello –
Hit The Mass
Clock hands dividing bodies
They tear apart future mental programs
Anxiety takes on compact and spongy forms
Absorb life… Near collapse
Give up the decision
I have reached my sacrifice and no one matters anymore
In my fucking pleasure I will watch your perfect mouth bleed
You know it
No more pleasure
You wait with the heartbeat pounding behind your eye sockets
The ax in the face
Temples under pressure… Gazes lost in space
My war is made of awareness
Mutism occupies me... Freedom of thought is defeated
Where is your non-existent solution hidden?
We've seen so many
An instant of awareness
Invaded by reality, a bad feeling
I hit in the mass
I will break the pain with a bullet and perhaps the infinite circle
I will arrive alone and there will be nothing to lose
Stop whenever I remember and find the strength
It's so fucking real
To the point of almost regaining the rhythm of life
In concrete and pessimistic limbo
You know it
No more pleasure
I will toast the sun of the new day
I hit in the mass
Following a car filled with a coffin
Nauseated I evaluate the useless rush to pleasure
– Jacopo Battuello –
Craving
A virgin night
I'm looking for you impatiently
I want to hear you crunch under my fingers
I look for crumbs in the bottom of an empty plate
Close my throat with your taste
The brain explodes and the hands bite
I have to have you today, I'm going crazy, I can't think
You are my life now
You say I did something wrong
A diseased leaf for a plant that is too large
Destroy me with a clogged nose
I'm shaking but it's not fear
It's a fucking insatiable desire
In this game it is the arrival that runs towards you with open arms
What the fuck are you waiting for?
My body calls you
It's time to escape
With open arms
My body calls you
Realized… And I'm disgusted
I let life defeat me
I am nothing among you
Realized… And I'm disgusted
Don't stop me
I let life defeat me
Realized… And I'm disgusted
Sacrificing your mind while waiting for the result
Hatred and contempt await me
Realized… And I'm disgusted
I have to shut down before the abjection
I don't feel like anything, too often now
Tomorrow I will be ready to crave again
Saliva pushes to have
Spread without friction
Inside a reflection crossed by a banknote
I will continue to despise myself
– Jacopo Battuello –
No Prejudice
You don't know my face, yet with presumption
You claim to be the only one
Pointing me out as a disease, a beast to be exposed
I won't be sad and alone
Blinded for you and in myself
try again
I store inside myself strange anguishes given away by your ignorance
And I spread disgust
My frustration lies with you
Stupid pieces of shit, an inevitable consequence
Your rules don't apply where I am
You are so ridiculous and in the same position as me
You share an imprecise condition of false superiority with your peers
Satisfy your useless existence
Naive father of a weakened family
Observation doesn't pay
A superstition that will never help enough
Arriving at strange conclusions changes the way I speak
I will resist all your pressures and enjoy your failures
I am ready to receive
Lost and neglected, I will never be limited by such vanity
You're not worth shit
Do you really think you're confusing me?
You have ruined the weakest, filled with fear and insecurity, but here you are wrong
I'm not on your side, don't take liberties that don't belong to you
You're playing with the wrong fool
– Jacopo Battuello –
Cynic Apnea
Eat… Burst with food while I die inside
Extinct the race to ameliorate irreparable damage
A single unpredictable action will follow precise conscious movements
I could bet on it
A tribute to madness
A powerful beacon illuminates the isolation
Forced into an anvil shrouded in doubt
I chew the truth, appreciating only the gesture
I was hoping for a better gestation
A room full of bodies with unknown faces, they scrutinize, exalt the inadequacy
There are those who still manage to believe in reproduction
An era dull and without a future
Deaf and proud I answer your questions
I expected better
Nailed to the ground with my back against the wall I can feel my skin smelling of your sweat
A phobia followed by paranoia
By feeding insomnia they exploit the loss of vitality
Consume hopes
Amaze me with your freak show
A spoiled crybaby wants to teach me how to live
There are those who still manage to believe in reproduction
An era dull and without a future
Deaf and proud I answer your questions
I expected better
Nailed to the ground with my back against the wall I can feel my skin smelling of your sweat
A phobia followed by paranoia
Always hunted
– Jacopo Battuello –
I Clean My Mind Imploring For Coma
Lend me your everyday life
Pay me to continue the game, alone
Another empty, wasted day
I feel sick
I'm tired of your money
Frustrated, used
I see myself dying tasteless
Treat me like a pig
Don't look back, I learned from the best
I am infamous, greedy for life and a coward
You feel bad for people dying of thirst
You're a fucking hypocrite
You have to shut up
I kneel before you
I'm not ashamed
Fuck you and your lies
Raise the curtain on this marginalized silhouette
You drag yourself without duties
An excellent result
You are offering me drought and masterless slaves
A son of a bitch who exploits you
That's all I can do
I laugh hysterically thinking about tomorrow
The days of waiting are over
Look at your face
Continue the path to the center of contempt
I kneel before you
I'm not ashamed
I will show my toxin
I change the day
I change the day
I clear my mind by pleading for a coma
A different day
Tired of hiding, today I will be myself
– Jacopo Battuello –
About Me
I'll kick and punch the door
I'll watch the shatters of your confidence spread across my skin
The eyes exploded in panic fuel the desire to carve your face
Pupils like pins make targets
Tense nerves, swollen veins, deep breaths
Body and mind for a single purpose
I want to kill you
I don't make excuses
Sweat, blood and spit
There is no escape, there is no salvation
Meeting death like a flower blooming in the bronchi
I could have been a trail of odor in your day
But you instigated, played, mocked until the breakup
Your screams can suck my cock
I want to kill you
I don't give a damn what you think
I drag this mass of hatred and I don't help my life
When I choose to accept what I feel inside... I'll make you pay
For you I will be the last breath
The last suffocated memory of a blurry body
Tortured lives in my head
I wish I didn't know any of you
This stupid boredom and fake interest took me far
I lose myself in every step
I repudiate myself every time I open my mouth
I lose myself every time I meet you
I want to kill you
I don't give a damn what you think
I drag this mass of hatred and I don't help my life
For you I will be the last breath
The last suffocated memory of a blurry body
Tortured lives in my head
– Jacopo Battuello –
Destroy To Survive
I can not help you
Try everything
But I can not
To live together
An impossible dream
My little girl until she dies
My lonely little girl
Destroys to survive
Sacrifice to improve
Create space in fullness
Forget about happiness because of you
My little girl until she dies
When the weight of this place exceeds your limit
You are beyond the gates
A dead body with a beating heart
I'm not prepared to meet
Poor inside
I don't tidy up the garbage
Dozing off in front of the picture of life
I slowly recite the parts that belong to me
Laziness in chaos lifts the mind
In my sweet opiate rest I find thoughts long grown
The saboteur of will raises his children
Ready for war
The other side feeds on fear and weakness
I admire our new world
Without mental evolution
Object worshipers
Rapist of life
In my sweet opiate rest I find thoughts long grown
Out-of-control obsessions breathe in your head
Lifeless black holes take away the weight of memories
Wake me up with empty balls
Whip up wasted emotions
I just wander as the world grows
I just wander while he gets fat
In my sweet opiate rest I find thoughts long grown
Out-of-control obsessions breathe in your head
The war is ready
Tireless and powerful
Night and day vanished
Do not sleep
Bleeding love into a dirty toilet
Save yourself for nothing
– Jacopo Battuello –
Livid Taste
Pocket minds make judgments
They sharpen their lips that are never satisfied
Polished blades await the lunge and do not understand what they are looking for
What makes you happy?
Maybe a good bank account and a nymphomaniac slut
Powerful machines, anal bleaching and fur from extinct animals
More and more tired people sacrifice their family for work
A job that kills when it's missing
Always ready to bite, never to help
Peoples exterminated by food and water
Billions wasted on space projects
I look at our past and cry at the disgust I see
Unaware naked people crowded into rooms await a shower that will never come
Innocent prisoners massacred by retarded youths
As I write, someone dies
Someone kills
Someone rapes
Someone fucks
Decades pass and the rifles chant for peace
Americans proud of their wars
Muslims explode into crowds out of religion and hatred
Other nations don't care
My thoughts bounce
They look at black and then white
I sense that there is no longer time for resentment
But I walk with suspicion
Anal bleaching
– Jacopo Battuello –
Black Propaganda
You know what it means to think and be free
What is the difference between living and being lived
A man kills another man but has no absolute right to do so
A beast in an open cage, the snake biting its own tail
Exterminating victims with an overpowering hatred
Lobotomized people, tortured children, violence is the rule
By manipulating entire crowds, will this ever end?
Plagiarizing minds with black propaganda
– BLACK PROPAGANDA & Federico Tinivella –
The Prophet Of The Gore
Entering the realm of congealed blood
The deadly backstory of the war
No darkness comes, no sun, no rain
In this world of fear and torment
The sound of distant footsteps, down the stairs
A terrifying eye opens wide
The executioner is coming
Their humiliation is your pride
The ritual can begin
One last check on the instruments
The silent rooms are waiting
Once again he screams atrociously
The neon lights illuminate the white walls
Not a tear is shed in this place
A perennial artificial day
A silent resignation is the only way
The poet of congealed blood
Through suffering to gain knowledge
Recreating identities
Ignoring dignity
Experiments on guinea pigs are cruel
But on humans they are murderous
It doesn't matter what your job takes away
It only matters what you give back in return
Nothing can erase the memory of all this
He will remain until the end of time
You have dared to do what cannot be done
No one will ever forget this crime against humanity
The poet of congealed blood
Through suffering to gain knowledge
Recreating identities
Ignoring dignity
Entering the realm of congealed blood
The deadly backstory of the war
No darkness comes, no sun, no rain
In this world of fear and torment
The sound of distant footsteps, down the stairs
A terrifying eye opens wide
The executioner is coming
Their humiliation is your pride
The poet of congealed blood
Through suffering to gain knowledge
Recreating identities
Ignoring dignity
Emulating the divine work
Annihilating humanity
– BLACK PROPAGANDA & Federico Tinivella –