Karma Del Riscatto - Cripple Bastards

Questa è l’ombra della mia croce

E si espande a vista d’occhio

Sbavando scuro affronta il tempo

Poi darà un senso al male trascorso…

Hai deturpato anni di limpidezza

Troncato i passi di un eterno solo

Ma non dai un senso al male trascorso

Non rendi conto al vuoto che ti sovrasta…

Sono mani che si rafforzano incassando e sfregiando

Microtraumi che vietano il sorriso ai miei specchi

Guarda come mi hai ridotto — in cosa ricado ancora

Continuo a rialzarmi e ferire a caso anche morendo

A pezzi, senza te

Un elastico tenuto in tiro sotto marziali ginocchiate inferte

Un bambino sempre chiuso al buio — dall’angoscia scalcia contro cosa?

Immortalità è reagire al pungolo dell’esaurimento

E far vedere a chi aveva vinto che il traguardo non era lì…

Contro la tecnica del non voler mai dare risposte

Contro il murare nel ghiaccio ogni mia attenzione

Contro l’acidità del mondo-fuori a cui ti allinei

Patibolo dove finisci con chi esercita su di te

Dietro alla durezza del tuo rapportarti

Quel ritmo bulimico che non sai scansare…

Castrato a fuoco mi hai pressato a terra

Ma ora chi va avanti e chi annega qui?

ORA CHI VA AVANTI E CHI ANNEGA QUI?

(x 4)

Questa è l’ombra della tua croce

Da un esile cero sempre sottovento

Nel suo restringersi perde diottrie

Rattoppata in vano da due fondi in vetro.

Hai deturpato anni di limpidezza

Troncato i passi di un eterno solo

Ma non dai un senso al male trascorso

Non rendi conto al vuoto che ti sovrasta…

(contemplo ulcere che si dilatano, autoimmuni)

Stritolato dall’infierire della tensione psichica

Ma i lineamenti che plasma tanta ingiustizia

Consacrano il mito della vendicatività

«REDEMPTION KARMA»

Here’s the shadow of my cross

Rolling as far as the eye can see

Smudging darkness to face time

Then it’ll make some sense of past evil …

You’ve defaced years of purity

Slashing the steps of who has been alone forever

But you give no meaning to past evil

You don’t give account to the emptiness above you …

Hands give each other strength as they take and scar

Microtraumas that want no smiles in my mirrors

Look what you’ve done to me — down again

I keep getting up and lash out even as I die

Shattered, without you

Elastic pulled taut as knees kick in killer blows

A child always shut in the dark — kicking out at what in anguish?

Immortality means reacting to the spur of exhaustion

Showing the winner that the finishing line was somewhere else …

Against the tactic of giving no replies

Against the walling in ice of all my gestures

Against the acidity of the world-outside of which you stand

The gallows where you end up with those who influence you

Behind the hard manner you have

The bulimic pace you can’t shrug off …

I’m fire-castrated as you press me to the ground

But now who goes on and who drowns here?

NOW WHO GOES ON AND WHO DROWNS HERE?

(

Here’s the shadow of your cross

From a slim candle that’s always downwind

Losing dioptres as it narrows

Patched in vain between two glass layers …

You’ve defaced years of purity

Slashing the steps of the only everlasting

But you give no meaning to past evil

You don’t give account to the emptiness above you …

(I contemplate autoimmune gaping ulcers)

Throttled by the pressure of mental tension

But the features that so much injustice is shaping

Consecrate the myth of vengeance

This is the shadow of my cross

And it expands visibly

Drooling dark faces time

Then it will make sense of the past evil ...

You have marred years of clarity

Truncated the steps of an eternal only

But you don't make sense of the past evil

You don't realize the emptiness that hangs over you ...

They are hands that are strengthened by cashing in and scarring

Microtraumas that forbid smiling from my mirrors

Look how you made me - what I'm still falling into

I keep getting up and hurting at random even dying

In pieces, without you

A rubber band held in place under martial knees inflicted

A child always closed in the dark - from anguish kicks at what?

Immortality is reacting to the goad of exhaustion

And show those who had won that the finish line was not there ...

Against the technique of never wanting to give answers

Against the blocking in the ice my every attention

Against the acidity of the outside-world you align yourself with

Gallows where you end up with whoever exercises on you

Behind the hardness of your relationship

That bulimic rhythm that you cannot avoid ...

Castrated on fire you pressed me to the ground

But now who goes on and who drowns here?

NOW WHO GOES FORWARD AND WHO DROWS HERE?

(x 4)

This is the shadow of your cross

From a slender candle always downwind

As it shrinks, it loses diopters

Patched in compartment by two glass bottoms.

You have marred years of clarity

Truncated the steps of an eternal only

But you don't make sense of the past evil

You don't realize the emptiness that hangs over you ...

(I contemplate ulcers that dilate, autoimmune)

Crushed by the raging of psychic tension

But the features that mold so much injustice

They consecrate the myth of vindictiveness

"REDEMPTION KARMA"

Here’s the shadow of my cross

Rolling as far as the eye can see

Smudging darkness to face time

Then it’ll make some sense of past evil ...

You’ve defaced years of purity

Slashing the steps of who has been alone forever

But you give no meaning to past evil

You don't give account to the emptiness above you ...

Hands give each other strength as they take and scar

Microtraumas that want no smiles in my mirrors

Look what you've done to me - down again

I keep getting up and lash out even as I die

Shattered, without you

Elastic pulled taut as knees kick in killer blows

A child always shut in the dark - kicking out at what in anguish?

Immortality means reacting to the spur of exhaustion

Showing the winner that the finishing line was somewhere else…

Against the tactic of giving no replies

Against the walling in ice of all my gestures

Against the acidity of the world-outside of which you stand

The gallows where you end up with those who influence you

Behind the hard manner you have

The bulimic pace you can't shrug off ...

I'm fire-castrated as you press me to the ground

But now who goes on and who drowns here?

NOW WHO GOES ON AND WHO DROWNS HERE?

(

Here’s the shadow of your cross

From a slim candle that’s always downwind

Losing dioptres as it narrows

Patched in vain between two glass layers…

You’ve defaced years of purity

Slashing the steps of the only everlasting

But you give no meaning to past evil

You don't give account to the emptiness above you ...

(I contemplate autoimmune gaping ulcers)

Throttled by the pressure of mental tension

But the features that so much injustice is shaping

Consecrate the myth of vengeance