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Across the Swarm

by Across The Swarm

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1.
Hang Out 03:14
Time flexes according to your needs And you embroider credible memories in your mind Overshadowed, distant and vague childhood which looks like the contrail of a plane And can be seen for a little time Before vanishing, dispersing Tied laces spaced out by bows of barbed wire They are pieces of life that follow one other Knotted in logical compromises Which slowly wear you out Hang out a little more In order to see better A fastened doll With ripped belly And pieces of bloody organs coming out Caressed by girl’s thin fingers Dirty water slides On rough craters From your mother’s thighs Clayish and wet ground In which sink old and weak hands Brown and red nails full of your blood
2.
Just Bodies 03:54
I remember entangled bodies… There was nothing else: just bodies Bodies on bodies and primitive instincts Tongues, wet heat Aggressive hands looking for something In the light, in the sweat. I'd like to disappear, to be swallowed by the floor I feel the need to vomit all this crap I feel the need to climb up again from the bottom, to purify myself But all that i can do is sinking, More and more, in a sea of squalor Maybe it is here that I have to be. Shifting sands of guilty feelings Man is not meant to be happy Or to find peace. At least not during his life. So he fucks and let himself being fucked violently Hoping to forget his condition, Aspiring to animal unconsciousness. My stomach is burning, My head is going to explode, My rage in increasing and begging for being vented. You deceive yourself, with your culture, that you're superior. You deceive yourself, with your religion, that you're safe. You deceive yourself, you don't do anything else, during all your life. So scratch, bite Be cruel, scream until you collapse Pain may be the solution
3.
Cynical Eyes 03:29
You can see them there where the ignorant and the pervert meet. Uncanny images hidden to be forgotten so that the eye can’t feed on reality. Men breathe, Digest, defecate and copulate led by a rigid code of calmness and unconcern. Don't concentrate on your life leave your worries away forget your body, don't listen to him abandon yourself to our cry to our word Be Satisfied of that mediocre path made of futile desires selected for you so that you won’t suffer anymore in this existence which doesn't belong to you You can see them there but you’ll never know that they live They make calculations, observe without ever watching cynical eyes on dead bodies They empty, scrape off warm bowels sucking every body fluid filling dried casings arid as deserts with soft padding of indifference, a natural insulator from passions so you can beat everywhere and all the time, without ever feeling crashes never suffering. You can see them there, But you’ll never know what they have done (to you)
4.
Unknown images reconcile To a constant impotence Concrete uncertainties Of common thought Vortices of uncontrollable ideas Turn away from any logic Intertwine with this disquiet Which doesn't bring peace Which smashes you into the wall Licking your ears Whispering insane realities That exist inside you. Unknown images reconcile To a constant impotence Concrete uncertainties Of common thought And you begin to see them - with dilated eyes - Decayed intestines Rotten belly Infested by hard working warms That can't do anything but eat What's better in you Making it a formless wreck A torture to the good sense There are just a few moments In which uneasiness vanished Delicate, quick, soft moments Just like drop of pleasure On a cock which constantly struggles Avidly sucked drops By big and hungry months That rapidly tangled up Soft shapes leeches Lick each other Looking forward to the moment in which They will deprive you From the tasty lymph Sticky, lukewarm, Vital regurgitation Unknown images reconcile To a constant impotence Concrete uncertainties Of common thought
5.
Like Water 03:53
I don’t even feel like I’m alive While I wander in the city Observing people planning their day Convinced of being part of a project, Bigger than their mind can imagine. Busy people walking through streets Crowded by unknown figures. I imagine them faceless, Smooth shapes without eyes and mouths Crawling like naked and moist snails With thin shells of shadow Where they can hide themselves -when they need to When they are in danger. I see them climb the walls of the buildings Leaving behind them stripes of putrid fluid Soaked with conscious frivolity. Their slow bodies Stick to the ground never being part of it. I’m not scared. This lie seems to drip with reality. I wish to be faceless, too I wish I haven’t to look at me in the mirror discover that I exist cover myself to protect me from the rain. If only it was possible to be like water Being able to receive everything Without having to worry about keeping anything Let the past cross us without bind ourselves to it Be able to dig deeper and create hidden passages Where life has still meaning Thin bottlenecks to walk trough without a reason And let ourselves go, wherever they lead. Divide ourselves without losing our essence, our strength

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Written and recorded by:
Francesco A. Flagiello: Vocals
Luca Sammartino: Guitars
Marco Lambertini: Guitars
Riccardo Grechi: Drums
Simone Bertozzi: Bass Guitar (session studio)
Luca Lodi: Samples

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released May 15, 2014

recording, mixing and mastering by AudioCore Studio (Parma-IT)


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Across The Swarm Bologna, Italy

Death Metal since 2013

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