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Slasher

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When my dad drinks with no company
It turns into a thriller, a horror, and a giallo.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Happens here with no days off if he drinks alone.
If it's a storm, it's a force 10 gale,
He doesn't even need a leather face,
He's always like that, even when sober, fucked up,
Sweet fucking face, as if Nosferatu's.
 
A natural guru of the visual trash*!
As the evening approaches, a slasher is coming...
An undeniable master, a respected maître!
The slasher is ending, a splatter is starting...
 
He's like Jason Voorhees without a goalie mask,
He doesn't give a fuck, he's like Elon Musk,
He runs out to the yard, the neighbors are running in circles,
The dad has five knives in his hand, he's a real Freddy Krueger.
He doesn't need a reason, he does not need a trigger,
He's simply a white master, and you're just a nigger.
He's gonna catch you, fuck you up, and you'll never get up again,
Every Friday here is the 13th!
 
Enough with the screaming, enough with complaints!
The splatter is ending, a giallo is starting...
If your account is zero, you can pay up with cash!
The giallo is ending, a slasher is starting...
 
When my dad turns an alco-killer,
The horror is going on, the thriller is progressing.
He's not into whiskey, brandy, or craft beer,
We consume only the Lovecraft's Eldritch Horror.
He's the Mister Trickster from almost any franchise,
For someone it's a Guignol theater, for others it's life.
Scream 1, Scream 2, Scream 3, even Scream 4,
He didn't even notice that the Crimea is ours**!
 
The penalties aren't paid, neither are the fines!
The snuff videos are piling up in my phone...
The district cop, he's an asshole and a faggot!
The slasher is ending, the comic is starting...
 

Here

I remember a hanging man
Arms in the air, I dance with him
The wind, the wind
I remember his laughter full of life
Of wild jungle, of sea and joy
And I feel I belong
 
I remember the tales of little animals
They drank syrup if they were sick
And kisses, many kisses
I remember feeling my sister move
When I put my hand on my mother's belly
And I can love her, I think
 
I remember precious hands
That wear silver rings with stones
Old drawings
I remember the peace in her eyes
Of an entire universe hugging me
Slowly, very slowly
 
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
 
And of you ask me I'll say it clearly
That there's no better gift in life than
Have been born in here
Born in here
 

Slasher

When my dad drunk into all alone,
Thriller, horror and jallo begins
Texas Chainsaws Massacre
That's what we have seven days a week if he fall into drinking.
If it's a storm, then it is a ten-point,
He doesn't even need a fucking face of leather,
He is always so, and sober, and vsraty*,
Native face like Nosferatu.
 
A born guru of visual trash,
Evening begins, the slasher is approaching...
Unconditional master, dear maestro,
The slasher ends, the splatter begins...
 
He's true Jason Voorhees without a goalkeeper mask,
He don't give a fuck just like a Elon Musk himself,
He ran out into the yard, neighbors run from him in a circle,
Dad has five knives in his hand, in kind of Freddy Krueger.
He doesn’t need a reason and doesn’t need a trigger,
He's just a white master, and you're an ordinary nigga.
He will catch up, fuck up, and you will never stand up,
Every Friday we have is the thirteenth.
 
Enough screams, enough of complaints,
The splatter ends, the jallo begins...
If zero on the card, we’ll pay off with the cache,
The jallo ends, the slasher begins...
 
When my dad is in alcohol-killer mode
Horror continues, the thriller develops.
He's not about a whiskey, cognac or craft beer,
We are waste only the ancient horror of Lovecraft.
He’s Mr. Trickster from almost any franchise,
To someone, is a Guignol theater**, but for someone, is life.
First scream, second scream, third scream, fourth scream already,
He did not even notice that Crimea is already ours!
 
Penalty not paid, fines not paid,
Snuff are going on my mobile...
Local flyer - asshole and faggot,
The slasher ends, the comic begins...
 

In the sea of your lips

The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
There are no seagulls, only creeks,
in the sea of your lips.
 
In the sea of your lips I would fall asleep dancing
in the sway of your hands.
The beating of your heart against your chest
slows the seconds down.
Time doesn't stop, but I don't care,
I'm not afraid of ageing by your side.
 
The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
There are no seagulls, only creeks,
in the sea of your lips.
 
My sand melts in between your teeth,
and my cliffs in your back.
Your arms are boat masts,
the last ones to get lost in your body
when you dock it.
 
The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
 
I would like to be a small island there,
to rest from this world.
I don't get tired with the tides, nor the streams,
it will never be understood by anyone who has not been lost in the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.