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Naked Flesh
04:13
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You call sex “sin”
And call your meanness “love”.
You talk ‘bout life as a punishment
So you punish my freedom.
Thought kills the faith
Desire makes you weak
Effaced words build your hypocritical speech.
Fine clothes, you wear
A deceptive pleasant skin
Naked Flesh: my guilty, human filth.
You don’t dare
You don’t search
You don’t create
You look fair
You buy and sell
The pretext: the faith.
I don’t say
I use my brain
I don’t pray
It ain’t my vein
I don’t care ‘bout the original sin
‘Cause you don’t know
Who I am, what I do, what I’ve been.
Thought kills the faith
Desire makes you weak
Effaced words build your hypocritical speech.
Fine clothes, you wear
A deceptive pleasant skin
Naked Flesh: my guilty, human filth.
[Lead: K. Venturini]
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
Am I the serpent?
Am I the snake?
Am I evil? …A divine mistake?
Am I Satan?
Am I a man?
I was born, so would this be my sin?
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2. |
Botherhead
03:29
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Like stubs on the ground
that caress the rough way.
Love for non-sense
Disgusting taste of feelings.
This is the lie the world offers us,
forced to dream shattered mirrors.
This is the lie the world offers us,
forced to dream shattered mirrors
where we’re only errors, not dreams.
This is the offer the world puts at disposal.
An endless agony like a carousel gone insane.
Crucified like a Christ without a reason,
we slowly savour the unconscious suicide.
[Lead: K. Venturini]
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
[Lead: K. Venturini]
Mankind full of crosses and death
Full people like snack bags
Empty souls like a dark room.
This is the lie the world offers us,
forced to dream shattered mirrors
where we’re only errors, not dreams.
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
This is the offer the world puts at disposal.
An endless agony like a carousel gone insane.
Crucified like a Christ without a reason,
we slowly savour the unconscious suicide.
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3. |
Main Actor
01:57
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So fucked up
I can barely walk
I drank so much
to don't think about
wasting my life
My future's black
like a butthole
bottleneck
tells me the truth
I'm uncomfortable!
This life's a hole
and we're descending
My head’s the door
to the meaning of things
I saw them behind
a wall made of fog and mistakes
I'm no more blind
I am no blind!
Insecurity
that makes me weak
pushes me away
Away from what I seek
But now I know
Drive, don't obey, be the main
Main Actor of your game
[Lead: K. Venturini]
Devoured inside
by a sense of nausea
Sick of your life
Evil chases you
Behind that door
I found consciousness
so now, am I the godsize of myself?
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4. |
Eyes Of Memory
04:45
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[Lead: K. Venturini]
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
The eyes of memory
Told me about a dense smoke
Full of dreams and passions,
Rising in the sky so fast
But looking for what?
I saw children crying within, without a reason.
I felt their strength in those tears…
They must have been very hot
And very cold at the same time.
An alien sensation to us, accustomed to pleasure.
I saw alive bones working at something infernal.
I heard screams and great silences in that moment.
There was great enthusiasm in their eyes…
But for what?
Perhaps they were hoping to find lost dreams.
Forgotten dreams
Under the fire,
Millions of screams
At the blind High Liars.
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
[Lead: K. Venturini]
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
[Lead: K. Venturini]
I saw women stripped of their dignity.
I felt their love not stopping.
They should have been recruited for their strength…
But they were women!
They can’t use guns, but fight with their hands.
The eyes of memory
Showed me the evil within the Man,
Ignorance turns to obsession
Fuelled by hate and prejudice.
How is the other world
for those who’ve made all of this?
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5. |
S.I.A.E.
03:19
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Pay your feed
Join our bid
Keep on making money
Just don’t be honest
Do join us!
We are the pass
Just follow us
And then kiss the ass!
Don’t care your mother
Forget the others
Move down faster
Here are the Masters
Do join us!
We are the key
The key of the business, but
You won’t get it for free…
I don’t trust you, I don’t believe
Stolen art embryos are all you need
Your sweet meal, honey on your lips
Radio, TV, every fuckin’ show and the gigs
S.I.A.E.
It’s your business
that gets me on my knees.
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
And so is this the truth?!
I try, I fight…
And are these the rules?!
Who are you?
What have you ever done?
Who are the people that belong to your spawn?
[Lead: K. Venturini]
I don’t trust you, I don’t believe
Stolen art embryos are all you need
Your sweet meal, honey on your lips
Radio, TV, every fuckin’ show and the gigs
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6. |
Black Box
05:07
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Look at the black box
Non-stop for hours
Hard to tell, hard to stand
Can’t stand the power
Corrosion of senses
Balanced between the lips
Life Owners draw the lines
Lines too close to me
Murderers tell me
How to sell me
Speaking machines in theatre scenes
And life’s the ticket price
Cold beds for dying men.
Die.
Life goes on without
Another hungry mouth.
Grow up in the box
Fill it, do you feel good?
Grow up in the…
Eat shit. Become food.
Look down at the ground
Fear of the looks
And, what have you found?
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
[Lead: K. Venturini]
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7. |
Don't Trust 'Em
03:12
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Politicians say
Their missiles will do
They act without shame
They know the prey is you
Always oppressed by
Governments, the Pope
The apocalyptic joke
That destroys you
That destroys you…
Destroys you!
[Lead: K. Venturini]
I don't want no more TV’s hucksters
I don't want no more gods to serve
Fucked up, After The Disaster
There'll be no reason to be free
Politicians say
Their missiles will do
They act without shame
They know the prey is you
Always oppressed by
Governments, the Pope
The apocalyptic joke
That destroys you
You must react
Don't trust 'em
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8. |
The Will To Kill
04:10
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I feel the rage inside me growing up tonight
I want to fight!
Hidden by a bush I try hard to stop my will
The will to kill!
Stalkin’in the night,
you’ve got no right
to stop now here my will to kill!
Some flesh to grind,
people that cry,
My orgasm’s like my will to kill!
I think a lot of people’re not human being
and so I feel…
too vindictive I am the judge of humanity
Humanity
Stalkin’in the night,
you’ve got no right
to stop now here my will to kill!
Some flesh to grind,
people that cry,
My orgasm’s like my will to kill!
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
[Lead: K. Venturini]
Armed with guns and knives I go out to decide
the worth of life
I’m near my victim, I think she can feel my breath
over her neck
Stalkin’in the night,
you’ve got no right
to stop now here my will to kill!
Some flesh to grind,
people that cry,
My orgasm’s like my will to kill!
[Lead: L. Cardinali]
Burning masses grinding assholes I’m the sword of God
His rage falls down on you by my hand dripping blood
There is nothing better than to lacerate some flesh
I kill to clean my bloody way to the final bless.
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Bothers Belforte Del Chienti, Italy
Bothers are an Italian thrash metal band formed in Belforte del Chienti in 2004. The band was founded by guitarist Leonardo
Cardinali, alongside drummer Fabio Pazzelli and guitarist Karim Venturini. Now Bothers are: Karim Venturini - vocals & guitars, Leonardo Cardinali - guitars & vocals, Giovanni Pedretti - drums,
Federico Tofoni - bass & vocals
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info@bothersband.com
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