Red lipstick
is falling of your untold will to get rid of those idiot flies around your chin
you want to get the stink out of your bed
beg mercy
the gossipmonger’s takin’ over any other word you wanted to speak out
it doesn’t really matter what you say
hangover
to feel you need the wine to keep on
don’t bother
‘cause we don’t need you to know who you are
That white slime
is gliding on a face who had enough and yet who cannot stop what she started
there’s a long queue, they’re waiting for their time
no one cares
about the things you keep inside, they simply wanna get what you had callled them for
a selfish moment of void ecstasy
I’m not there
it’s all about the things I was told
no further
but I can’t help I feel some sympathy
Fly over lies
where you won’t need to hide
it’s hard, it hurts to turn the bolt and make the engine cry
but that’s the only way to break the tie
Over the words
which were proclaimed to harm
get out, get off, you shall be tough
to lift the weight you loaded on your spine, on your spine
credits
from Italiota EP,
released September 10, 2014
Trumpet solo by Sean Lucariello.