When Immunities Fall

(only few statements from this is what GTB actually sings) Drop by drop you used to sedate me - from a distance An unconsciously perfect method Those were days when I was dying w/o leaving any trace In the hands of a Waste Disposal Firm Authorized to format my sharpness.. All the requirements to carry out the biopsy of my shroud I had an identity in my tenacity, in holding on to my feelings In remembering the oldest flashes of light - Discussions, glances And from then on I became your blackboard Let's write "FUCKED" on it Go on, hang it in the closet of a past to be crushed Someone else shared an experience of inflicted mutilation But passively.. and in a few moments. Attacking immunities to shatter the foundations: the improvised tactics of those who live on other people's moods Dancing an eternal tango on the heart - instead of heels, kitchen knives Drop by drop staring at the density mixing with the water It's the serum that puts every intention of reaction up against the wall Let me share in my defeat, humiliate me with details Remind me that at 30 some people have aged better than me Modernize my paranoia - Glue me to a mobile phone Where your signs of disheartenment always come too late Deprive me of all grace, hang me to the noose of apathy and inertia Redeem this talent that in your barreness you were never able to cultivate It's the sadism of those who live to take revenge on the others Of shocks too radical to be faced up to backwards You are in a waiting room leading to a ghost platform Me - the only passenger, resigned to waiting in vain A crooked tree, crippled by the lightnings of pain... You wish - on the edge of drying out War, drop by drop back in the bottle War of ethics, of eternally persecuted people, war of nerves War to gain continuity, to regain self-esteem Not to live in tiredness It's a rustle of dry bones shaken by the desert wind Or maybe just an old skin abandoned somewhere And that I won't look for War, feeding on war Letting you know that you can't touch this land That every invasion implies a martyrdom of your fellow men Necessary war, war against habits Not to live in tiredness No politics and no money, no ideals but one goal The extasy of contentment, the love of nuisances Pointing everything against everyone... You trie to afflict me - Now learn how to hide