Fumo Passivo - Cripple Bastards

Quando parli penso al fumo passivo

e ho un motivo in meno per sentirmi vivo

Fumo passivo, un tumore indotto senza palliativo

Fuori dalle mura di casa si accende il mio scenario di guerra terreno minato da chi ho intorno

mozziconi + nervi ustionati.

un braciere inesauribile Addosso vestiti

impregnati dagli effetti di un respiro guasto o chiamale parole sterili,

noncuranza intossicante

per me resta il disfacimento che assimilo e so che non se ne andra?

mai.

Dimmi quanto vali come amico

se metti in conto la vita che hai accorciato al ritmo del tuo fumo passivo

English

PASSIVE SMOKING

When you talk I think of passive smoking

and I have one less reason to feel alive

Passive smoking, an induced tumour without palliatives

Outside the walls of home my war scenario lights up a minefield of those around me butts + seared nerves… inexhaustible brazier

Wearing clothes infused with the effects of broken breathing or call them

sterile words, intoxicating nonchalance

for me only the decline I assimilate is left and I know that will never go away.

Tell me what you’re worth as a friend

if you chalk up the life you’ve shortened to the beat of your passive smoking

When you speak I think of secondhand smoke

and I have one less reason to feel alive

Passive smoking, a tumor induced without palliation

Outside the walls of my home, my war scenario is lit up, minefields by those around me

butts + burned nerves.

an inexhaustible brazier on clothes

impregnated by the effects of a broken breath or call them sterile words,

intoxicating carelessness

for me remains the decay that I assimilate and I know that it will not go away?

never.

Tell me what you are worth as a friend

if you take into account the life you have shortened to the rhythm of your secondhand smoke

English

PASSIVE SMOKING

When you talk I think of passive smoking

and I have one less reason to feel alive

Passive smoking, an induced tumor without palliatives

Outside the walls of home my war scenario lights up a minefield of those around me butts + seared nerves… inexhaustible brazier

Wearing clothes infused with the effects of broken breathing or call them

sterile words, intoxicating nonchalance

for me only the decline I assimilate is left and I know that will never go away.

Tell me what you're worth as a friend

if you chalk up the life you've shortened to the beat of your passive smoking