DESTRAGE LYRICS

1. Destroy Create Transform Sublimate

I've got a fistful of nothing and if you ask me what I did for it for. I did it for love, I did it for beauty, I did it for pure fun. I was asked what is it for and I answered that I don't know yet. If you can't predict it then it's interesting. You can roll with it. You are ready to go.

You think you learned the rules, but instead you just narrowed your views. Learn on your skin, not from those books. Fail as much as you can. Try again, don't be afraid. Fail as much as you can. Who cares in the end?

Destroy, create, transform, sublimate
Take the risk. Pack your shit and go,
or obey, emulate, conform, duplicate
if you'd rather stay...

Destroy, create, transform, sublimate
Take the risk. Pack your shit and go,
or obey, emulate, conform, duplicate
if you'd rather stay and watch.

I've got it. I've got a fistful of nothing. It's the most precious thing I have. People keep on saying it's worthless, but I definitely think they can go fuck themselves. I made it up, choosing paths, day by day. I made my choice. Choices are for die hard people. They are worth making, even if the outcome makes no point.

You think you learned the rules, but instead you just narrowed your views. Learn on your skin, not from those books. Fail as much as you can. Try again, don't be afraid. Fail as much as you can. Who the fuck cares in the end?

Destroy, create, transform, sublimate
Take the risk. Pack your shit and go,
or obey, emulate, conform, duplicate
if you'd rather stay and watch.

Destroy, create, transform, sublimate
for the sake of it for it all.

Style is a workaround of what you can't do. It has more to do with limits than skills. I will find my way. I will marry and idea and cheat it with a thousand others, but I'll always be faithful to my fistful of nothing.

We'll never loose. We'll never stop, because we are running without a goal. And we'll never die, because this run, keeps us alive.

We are all here to witness the indomitable power of creation. As creative energy spreads like a relentless force, infecting every single atom. Art in all its manifestation conducts us close to god and the struggle of our thinking into uncontaminated imagination. Pure imagination.

2. Purania

I'm walking on the street.
And every person gives me a pill.
Ain't no drug, ain't no medicine.
These pills are different in taste, form and color.
These pills are everything these people believe in.

Don't call me stupid,
Don't take me seriously.
No one can tell you how your taste should be.
I can be serious.
Yes, more than serious.
Swallow no pills and sing with me.

I like spice girls, so what? So what?
Am I an incoherent man? So what?
Purity ain't the answer to anything.

If mama said
"Get the lead outta yer head"
There must be a reason.
We take no suggestion.
We need no prediction.
You think you're pure always eating the same shit.
My stubborn narrow brother,
What you call purity makes you sick.

Don't call me stupid,
Don't take me seriously.
No one can tell you how your taste should be.
I can be serious.
Yes, more than serious.
Swallow no pills and sing with me.

I like spice girls, so what? So what?
Am I an incoherent man? So what?
Purity ain't the answer to anything.

I like fat girls, so what?
I don't wear shoes, so what?
I dig couchsurfing and golf.
I like to say, "so what"!
Stop thinking that you can't
There's so much more to enjoy.
In your "purity" there's no point.

In the end, life is only a matter of habits.
The problem is to get habited to this idea.
Don't be trapped in foolish tricks.
Close your eyes, enjoy the meal.
Only then you can spit your judgement.

Spare me your pill, I take no restrictions.
Spare me your pill, I dig contradiction.
I won't be trapped in your foolish tricks.
I close my eyes; I enjoy my meal.
I am the one to say what's good for me.

I like spice girls? So what? So what?
Am I an incoherent man? So what? So what?
Spice fucking girls! So what?
Purity ain't the answer to anything.

3. My Green Neighbor

A zombie is a Back from the Dead Motherfucker
A soulless, crippled & Meat Eater Folk craving for your fresh brain
Your finger is on the trigger, my friend
Face to Face
He mess you bad if you hesitate

Boom! Brains everywhere!
It's politically correct if you shoot a zombie in the face
Boom! Make it explode!
Relieve your working routine stress to the bloody bone

They used to be Human
That's why we like them so much

We can go cannibal with no sense of shame!

We are no savage
We no pay
To see gladiators kill

We are more human than that
We are different
We! Shoot zombies in the face!
Shoot zombies in the face!

Zombies are slow, predictable, old-fashioned
We ain't scared or surprised watching them in action
A creative dead end
Why are they still a trend?

They're our ex-neighbour!
They're that fucking pretentious bitch and your stupid bully boss
They preserve your traits!
Semi-human so we can hate them as much as you can

They are all that we are afraid to be
Anti-Human [2x]

We are justified
We have permission
We are licensed cannibals

By killing them, we declare
We are different
We are better

I fear i hate i need my green neighbor!

The more brutal you go
The more relieved you'll be
It's tolerated to go ape on them
They're filthy former human beings

We are no monsters
We no pay
To see gladiators kill

We are more human than that
We are different
We! Shoot zombies in the face!

Yeah! [3x]
Shoot zombies in the face!
Yeah [2x]
We shoot zombies in the face

We can go cannibal with no sense of shame!
Yeah!
We can go cannibal with no sense of shame!
Uh!

The more brutal you go
The more relieved you'll be
It's tolerated to go ape on them
They're filthy former human beings

We are no monsters
We no pay
To see gladiators kill

We are more human than that
We are different
We! Shoot zombies in the face!

Yeah! [3x]
Shoot zombies in the face!
Yeah [3x]
Shoot zombies in the face!

4. Host, Rifles & Coke

They spread ignorance then they saw fear. They feed your anger, but they let you pay the bill.
The last ring of the food chain offers his body to the top. They had this all figured out and now you believe that’s what you want.

You really think this is your revolution? Should we believe it's for good?
This time I won't fight, if you don't mind. I just can't find a good reason to die for you.

If you had asked my friends what they wanted to be when they grew up? They'd have said "an artists or actor, inventor or doctor magician, explorer on those sailing crafts". Now two are priests, ten became soldiers, one is a parliament fuck. While all others pack files in folders to buy them hosts, rifles and coke.

You really think this is your revolution? Should we believe its' for good?
You think it's a job. That’s why you're joining the force. You loose everything rolling in the theme park of the right wing.

Every day the Italian army costs 90 millions euros. By distributing that money to the population, every citizen could have 500 euros a month and that would be the less reasonable option. Try to imagine what we could do by investing that money in culture, research, innovation? Building a better, healthier, more civil life to foster a rising spiral, towards a sustainable evolution.

This time I won't fight, if you don't mind. I just can't find a good reason to die for you.

5. G.O.D.

The good wave is the most rare and precious thing we have. Lasts for an instant. Blinks like a sparkle. It's a as powerful as an avalance. It's so fragile that it can be killed by a laugh.

Oh, I forever want to ride this perfect wave.
Oh, I'm gonna ride it until the end of days.

Now that we've seen it all it's so rare to be excited by anything.
Defend the good wave, worship enthusiasm and venerate the shake that it gives.

This energy won't last. They say, "Son, step by step. If you burn it all now, soon nothing will be left". Step by step, this way. When my time comes, I will be no more fresh. Won't have any new plan or any passion left. I'll only become an old man filled with regret.

Oh, to everyone riding this perfect wave.
No, don't let them spoil our glorious day.

Now that we've seen it all it's so rare to be excited by anything.
Defend the good wave, worship enthusiasm and venerate the shake that it gives.

Drawing on your wealth of experience. You think everyone is designed to follow a precise way. Just because others before have done so, doesn't mean it is right that everybody should follow the lead blindly. But people are extraordinary in their virtues and vices and you flatten them into meiocrity, applying rules forged in a sterile logic. You call it equilbrium, equality, justice, but you forget. All man are equal, only six feet under.

Yeah, forever want to ride this perfect wave.
Yeah, it's our Glorious Ordinary Day.

Now that we've seen it all it's so rare to be excited by anything.
Defend the good wave, worship enthusiasm and venerate the shake that it gives.

6. Where The Things Have No Colour

Can you remember when you were alive? Feeling the air as pure energy, blowing right into your mind. That's what I felt if I had ever been aware.

I will sink deep into the ocean, where the things have no colour.
I wish I could breathe under water, where the cold will hurt. Where my ears will burn.

You won't take this moment away from me and make me a silient slave of yours.
You won't put me down on my knees. I will make this time as I always meant it to be.

Breathing as I never breathe before. I won't be a victim of this ice cold scortching sun. I am that little child who laughs for no reason.

I will sink deep into the ocean, where the things have no colour.
I wish I could breathe under water, where the cold will hurt. Where my ears will burn.

You won't take this moment away from me and make me a silient slave of yours.
You won't put me down on my knees. I will make this time as I always meant it to be.
You won't take this moment away. I will make this time as I always meant it to be.
Now I can look at things and see them as beautiful as ever.

You won't take this moment away from me and make me a silient slave of yours.
You won't put me down on my knees. I will make this time as I always meant it to be.
You won't put me down on my knees.
You won't put me down on my knees.
You won't put me down on my knees.

7. Waterpark Bachelorette

Once upon a time, yesterday.
Melanie was getting married to Mark,
the love of his life.
The phone rings, Jennifer's on.

She planned a treat for the young bachelorette.
A party night they will never ever forget.
The girls are excited.
It's gonna be nasty.
It's gonna be the cuba cay. Total carnage on saturday.

Damn this cuba cay ain't the place she thinks.
No table dance, no cuban strippers.
The surprize is bloody bitter.

It's a bit distant from my idea of fun.
I'd rather role play with cowboys and guns,
but I can take it as it comes and join in.
Yes, you get wet and that's the point.

Mel spent the day choosing shoes and doing make up.
She'd shoulda gone for sun tancream and swimming cap.

On this waterpark fake sand,
I'm the queen whose lost command
and spinsterhood's up around the bend,
but on my mind there's something big. How do they say?
It's kinda slang.
Oh yeah.... I wish I was in a gangbang.

It's a bit distant from my idea of fun.
I'd rather role play with cowboys and guns,
but I can take it as it comes and join in.
Yes, you get wet and that's the point.

What a waste of time. No drinks, no men, no tease,
but look at that guy. I may have found a plan B.

I met a cuban at the cuba cay.
I can surrender to his arms today.
It's no big thing. It's just my party affair
and after all, my handsome Mark can wait.

8. Before, After And All Around

I drive toward you.
Through space to reach the time where we were.
Two lines at a point, two seconds, in an instant.
So tight, so brief,
that we had no dimension,
because we had no duration
and everything else was before, after and all around.

Speechless smileless. Smileless, hopeless.
Haven't got you yet. Maybe you understand me better than I know.
I've got this feeling we are going nowhere.
Stupid, don't you see?
Why the fuck do you deny it?
I feel wrapped up in pain, because we are going nowhere.

Now searching for what?
Should I hold on?
Yeah, stand up, hold on.
Where are we running to?

Hey now, things are getting cold here.
Tell me, what is changing,
before we loose it all.
We built new moments. Shaping clay.
It's getting better, day by day,
but that time ain't gone, so far away.

Stupid, stupid. Don't you see?
Why the fuck do you deny it?
I feel wrapped up in pain, because we are going nowhere.
What can I do? Why do I try to understand instead of accepting this?

At this point, a girl lives in a dream. In a little fairy house. At the following point, she lives surrounded by sweet things. Hers. Mine. At the same point, a few months ahead, she looks forward. She realizes she wanted a man, but was a boy. I should have built a fairy house. In the same time, a few miles away. But what would I have missed.

Now searching for what?
Should I hold on?
Yeah, stand up, hold on.
Where are we running to?

Hey now, things are getting cold here.
Tell me, what is changing,
before we loose it all.
We built new moments. Shaping clay.
It's getting better, day by day,
but that time ain't gone, so far away.

You pretend you don't care and play tough when you're fragile.

Two lines at a point, two seconds, in an instant.
So tight, so brief,
that we had no dimension,
because we had no duration
and everything else was before, after and all around.

9. -(Obedience)

The world is full of wannabe rebels. Self-styled rebels.
You kidding-me-rebels. Oh they are so alternative.
Shaping themselves. Saying no to everything.
They call usual. Mainstream, a fucking bore.

You play the anti-something. The anti-everything.
You call it integrity. I know it's vanity.
Call yourself the the anti-everything.
You do it for vanity. For your fucking vanity.
Searching for the alternative spotlight.
Just 'cause the main stage ain't your place.

Rebellion is a form of obedience.
Say always no. You are exploring no deviance.
You are running on their same old path,
only in the opposite direction.
Finding no new way.

You burn all your energy to convince us you're so anti.
If you are so damn different, why you gotta spell it out?
A true rebel don't need to talk the talk,
or give a shit about anyone's thoughts.
A rebel is rebel.
He just walks his walk.

Rebellion is a form of obedience.
Say always no. You are exploring no deviance.
You are running on their same old path,
only the opposite direction.
Finding no new way.

You wanna take the wheel and drive us through the change,
but you're just a passenger,
sitting in the back of the bus.

This being can control ecosystems, planets but himself
He's the perfect expression of chaos with glasses and nailed hands

Call yourself the anti-everything.
You do it for vanity. For your fucking vanity.
Searching for the alternative spotlight.
Just 'cause the main stage ain't your place.

You wanna take the wheel and drive us through the change,
but you're just a passenger,
sitting in the back of the bus.

10. Are You Kidding Me? No.

[feat. Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal]

Everybody does all kinds of shit.
I'm sorry, I had to do this.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I had to do this.
I'm sorry, I had to do this.
Everybody does all kinds of shit.

Everybody does all kinds of shit.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry. I had to do this,
but I always had more fun saying yes than no.

Everybody does all kinds of shit
I'm sorry I had to do this.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry.

I always had more fun saying yes than no.

If everybody does all kinds of shit,
then I guess I am free to do it too.
And if you can't understand me,
just don't judge me. Who the fuck are you to judge me?
If everybody does all kinds of shit,
why shouldn't I? Why not sing this?
Why not do this?
Why not do this?
If everybody else grows his pile of shit?







DESTRAGE LYRICS