Morte da tossico - Cripple Bastards

No alla soluzione quando tu sei il problema

No alla soluzione quando tu sei il problema…

Tu sei il problema… tu sei il problema…

… per una notte lasciarti pensare

Riattaccare la corrente nel tuo cervello andato a male

Pulire via il sedativo che hai scelto per poterti alienare

… per una notte offrirti un varco per riflettere

Fuori dalla paranoia del tuo ciclo di consumo

Aiutarti a fare luce nella fogna in cui sei affondato

Per poi lasciarti lì a crepare, solo — davanti al tuo errore

Gli occhi lo sanno

Non hai mai avuto qualcosa di meglio da fare

Gli occhi lo ammettono

Non hai mai voluto qualcosa di meglio da fare

La carta vincente di chi sfrutta la mancanza di stimoli

Il trucco di chi svuota dentro per poter eliminare

Piattola sociale sempre tra i piedi per scroccare

Non ti devo proprio un cazzo, solo l’augurio di schiattare

Uomo-foglia, ogni giorno sempre più in basso

Sempre in fila per obliterarti la vita

Non sai muoverti, non riesci a cambiare

Stessa merda all’infinto… le tue vene — la tua clessidra

Tu hai il doppio del mio tempo ma neanche un quarto della mia vita

Tu hai il doppio del mio tempo ma neanche un quarto della mia vita

Tu hai il doppio del mio tempo ma neanche un quarto della mia vita…

…della mia vita… della mia vita… della mia vita…

…per una notte schiodarti a calci in culo

Svegliarti dal letargo a cui ti sei abbandonato

Tu davanti a una finestra, tu davanti a una siringa

Adesso a mente fredda, fammi vedere cosa sai fare

P. S.:

«Non hai anche tu la strana impressione

Che ci sia troppo buio in questo posto?»

«No, é il sole del deserto che ci portiamo ancora dietro.»

(ORO HONDO — SE SEI VIVO SPARA, G. Questi — 1966)

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM…

YOU ARE THE PROBLEM… YOU ARE THE PROBLEM…

… letting you think for a night

Re-switching the voltage in your gone-bad brain

Cleaning away the sedative you chose for getting alienated

… (for a night) offering you a breach for reflection

Out of the paranoia of your consumer’s cycle

Helping you in throwing light in the gutter in which you’re sunk

And then leaving you there to die, alone — in front of your mistake

The eyes know it

You never had anything better to do

The eyes admit it

You never wanted anything better to do

The winning card of those who play on lack of goads

The trick of those who empty you inside for being able to eliminate

Social crab always underfoot to scrounge

I don’t owe you a f*cking shit, only the wish you burst

Man-leaf, every day sinking lower and lower

Always in line to obliterate your life

You can’t move, you don’t manage to change

Same shit endlessly… your veins — your sandglass

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

…OF MY LIFE… OF MY LIFE… OF MY LIFE…

… (for a night) unnailing you by kicks in the ass

Rousing you from the lethargy on which you’re given up

You before a window, You before a fix

Now, clear-headedly, show me what you’re able to do

No to the solution when you are the problem

No to the solution when you are the problem ...

You are the problem ... you are the problem ...

… For one night let you think

Reconnect the power to your bad brain

Wipe off the sedative you have chosen so that you can alienate yourself

… For one night to offer you a way to reflect

Out of the paranoia of your consumption cycle

Help you shed some light in the sewer you sunk in

To then leave you there to die, alone - in front of your mistake

The eyes know it

You have never had something better to do

The eyes admit it

You never wanted something better to do

The trump card of those who take advantage of the lack of stimuli

The trick of those who empty inside in order to eliminate

Social dish always between the feet to scrounge

I don't really owe you a shit, just the wish to die

Leaf man, lower and lower every day

Always in line to obliterate your life

You can't move, you can't change

The same shit over and over ... your veins - your hourglass

You have double my time but not a quarter of my life

You have double my time but not a quarter of my life

You have double my time but not a quarter of my life ...

... of my life ... of my life ... of my life ...

... for one night kick your ass off

Waking up from the lethargy you have abandoned yourself to

You in front of a window, you in front of a syringe

Now with a cool head, show me what you can do

P. S .:

«You don't have the strange impression too

Is there too dark in this place? "

"No, it's the desert sun that we still carry with us."

(GOLD HONDO - IF YOU ARE ALIVE SHOOT, G. These - 1966)

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM

NO TO THE SOLUTION WHEN YOU ARE THE PROBLEM ...

YOU ARE THE PROBLEM ... YOU ARE THE PROBLEM ...

… Letting you think for a night

Re-switching the voltage in your gone-bad brain

Cleaning away the sedative you chose for getting alienated

… (For a night) offering you a breach for reflection

Out of the paranoia of your consumer's cycle

Helping you in throwing light in the gutter in which you're sunk

And then leaving you there to die, alone - in front of your mistake

The eyes know it

You never had anything better to do

The eyes admit it

You never wanted anything better to do

The winning card of those who play on lack of goads

The trick of those who empty you inside for being able to eliminate

Social crab always underfoot to scrounge

I don't owe you a f * cking shit, only the wish you burst

Man-leaf, every day sinking lower and lower

Always in line to obliterate your life

You can’t move, you don’t manage to change

Same shit endlessly… your veins - your sandglass

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

YOU HAVE DOUBLE OF MY TIME BUT NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF MY LIFE

... OF MY LIFE ... OF MY LIFE ... OF MY LIFE ...

… (For a night) unnailing you by kicks in the ass

Rousing you from the lethargy on which you're given up

You before a window, You before a fix

Now, clear-headedly, show me what you’re able to do