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[The last text I wrote for this record cos I wanted to express strong and breathing material, which (almost) represents all those feelings and pictures-both old and new-I 've collected inside my nebulous well, and only waiting to be released or to be burnt down on paper. Every word of it (except the end of the lyric,which is the continuation of "Absurdum") is more than a simple " poetic" word.] Whisper of Moth-wings I see walls sweating blood Mirror in Mirror Virgin girl and Corvus corax Daemons drawn by one line The chopped-off hands of Durer blossom Jesusface as negative Forest of empty beds A man falls on his knees, with a barrel of a gun under his chin Neuroses bloom in Evanescene The haemorrage of Sun on retinae Hanged man on the apple tree Feathers falling outside the Circle The touch of Serpent's skin,while it's sliding out from the warm vagina (a hallucination without any sense, an imitation of an apparition: "I walk among the crowd as wolf among sheep.Grotesque little beings appeare before me, pointing at a "hole" in the air. A black hole, like a paper burst through, floating in two dimension between earth and Nothing.This strange rent::the origin of Ethereal Equilibrium.) Body flayed, skin deprived Just breathing Flesh, Tendon, Bone My infinite blood dyes the white crowd of the Ziplipped I touch them From Letras Mania