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The mask…we are all players after all
Which role will you play today?
What happens when the mask falls?
What happens when the most hidden parts of our inner self meet the mask we've been wearing for so long?
Life mimics Theatre,but fiction is safer
The curtain rises,the Show begins!
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Evil
04:40
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Blindfolded, I make frail works of art
God looks at me and laughs at me
I run to the precipice, faster and faster
I know, I'm about to fall
They don't know, they don't think
They know nothing of victory
They know nothing of defeat
To be popular one must be a mediocrity
Life has always poppies in her hands
Beautiful winged butterfly
How long do you have left to live?
Once I was like you, but now I feel like
Evil
Nobody loves my perfection
So I hide myself in my work of art
I see myself naked and fragile
And make fun of you, blind creatures
Art, like a mirror
Like a Rorschach test
Life mimics Theatre
But fiction is safer
Life has always poppies in her hands
Beautiful winged butterfly
How long do you have left to live?
Once I was like you, but now I feel like
Evil
Do you want to live a mark? Yes, I do!
Will you sign with the Devil? With my blood!
Are you looking for a meaning? It doesn't exist!
Art is a pain cry before death!
I will suffer for this gift of God! You'll suffer horribly!
I wanna make the grade! Are you sure?
For what is man profited if he shall gain the whole world
And lose his soul?
People look at me and realize it, my eyes have changed
Every impulse that we strive to strangle broads in the mind and poisons us
Each of us has heaven and hell in him
What the worms to the corpses, my sins to the painted image
Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might bloom
Evil is a mode through which I can realize my conception of the beautiful
The emblem of my shame
If I kill the portrait, I kill myself
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Theatre Of The Absurd
05:13
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The curtain rises,the show begins!
My legs keep on shaking, the wire is thin
Tight rope walker, I just can't fall… can't fall!
Puppet, always repeating the same movement
The script is already written, but it is not about me
We are waiting for Godot
Shall we go? Oh yes, let's go!
I paint words on my tears which I hide
Behind my eyelids
The world is a picture I'll color
With trembling hands
Smiling mask, only a facade
The show must go on
Actor without script
Everybody, make fun of the clown
Ahahahahah! Everybody look how funny he is!
In his odd clothes, he can barely stand!
When you fragile, perfect masks fall, I see nothing behind them
Under mine lie wrinkles engraved by real feelings
We are waiting for Godot
Shall we go? Oh yes, let's go!
I paint words on my tears which I hide
Behind my eyelids
The world is a picture I'll color
With trembling hands
Smiling mask, only a facade
The show must go on
Actor without script
Everybody, make fun of the clown
I hate my artificial face, the part of me I know
The more I suffer, the more I look derisible
They buy tickets to watch this show
The clown is always happy
The clown has fun
The clown makes you laugh
Identity crisis, I lost my words, just don't know what to say
Without sense and without purpose, I wait but I know, but I know
Pithy plot, only irrelevant happenings
Everything stands still, everything is moving
Motionless time is flowing so fast
How many times shall I act the same way?
Sequence of illogic events linked by void
I look for a meaning with irrational eyes
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Silently
05:06
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That ray of sunshine
Breaking this silence
It cannot warm me
Nothing can do that
My dreams, my body
Are becoming now
Fading pictures
From the past
Come and close my eyes (And don't say nothing, no more)
Open up my wings (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last smile (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last caress (And don't say nothing, no more)
I'm sentenced to immortality
But you cannot see
Eternal moment
Lost in this bed
There is no light for me
Machines breath instead of me
Machines live instead of me
Smiling is a memory
So far away from me now
What have I become?
A corpse with a heart that still beats
What is left of me?
A nightmare from which I cannot wake up
Come and close my eyes (And don't say nothing, no more)
Open up my wings (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last smile (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last caress (And don't say nothing, no more)
Cold flames are burning me
My soul is lacerated
And you, petrified, look at me
Without mercy
Please come close my eyes (And don't say nothing, no more)
Open up my wings (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last smile (And don't say nothing, no more)
One last caress (And don't say nothing, no more)
I die alone
I die wrapped in silence
I die silently
I die again
In the darkness I found freedom
And I've come back to you
To kiss your forehead
To watch you in the eyes
Invisible again
Like I've always been to you
I will take you away with me
Blood on the floor
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Mirrors
07:01
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(Neurosis, psychosis, insomnia, hallucinations, strain)
(Burnout, depression, paranoia, schizophrenia, borderline)
(Anxiety, dissociation, obsessive compulsive disorder, adualism, delirium)
But when the night falls I wash my hands
I see my reflection in the mirror looking back at me
I'm the avenger of this wretched town
I execute
Killers, rippers, thieves and rebels
I clean up, but I get dirty
1 2 3 4 heads on the floor
1 2 3 4 you cry no more
I see my blood on the walls,on the walls
And I see long shadows, I see shadows in my head
Death everywhere
I enjoy your fear while crushing your lousy bones
I let warm blood flows on the cold floor so slowly
Beg for mercy! Beg for mercy! Beg for mercy! I have no pity no more
I stoke my adorable tools and feel them on me
1 2 3 4 heads on the floor
1 2 3 4 you cry no more
I see my blood on the walls,on the walls
And I see long shadows, I see shadows in my head
Death everywhere
But when the night falls, I wash my hands
I see my reflection in the mirror looking back at me
Blood, blood, blood, blood… shut up!
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt… can't get rid of this blood!
Death, death, death, death… oh God, listen to me!
Mad, mad, mad, mad… my head rolls away
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Ideogram Milan, Italy
The Ideogram Project was created at the end of 2012. Its objective was to bring together an experimental and innovative musical proposition with a strong conceptual visual art, uniting the best elements of the North Italian underground scene under a new unique, ambitious creature. ... more
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