When Immunities Fall

A new issue in the "never mentioned" series

(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 wastedisposalfirm authorized to format my sharpeness..

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 tacticts 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 martyrdrom of your fellow men

Necessary war, war against habits

Not to live in tiredness.

No money and no politics, no ideals but one goal

The extasy of contentment, the love of nuisances

Pointing everything against everyone…

You tried to afflict me - now learn how to hide.