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CRIPPLE BASTARDS - "Malato Terminale" (Official Track)

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CRIPPLE BASTARDS - "Malato Terminale" from the album 'Nero in Metastasi'
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LYRICS (English below):

MALATO TERMINALE

Vivi ma non senti la vita (x 3)
confondi i sintomi.. non reagisci
vivi ma non senti la vita
stato avanzato poi malato terminale
rimane quasi tutto come sempre

L'inerzia è il decorso di un cancro
determina la tua struttura cellulare
gradazioni di colore che si staccano
sta a te poi saperle fissare,
quando la pioggia porta aria nuova
respiri o ti lasci attraversare

Quando star male coincide a chi hai intorno
li affronti o ti lasci appestare
distese di polvere, una massa anonima
sta a te passare da frasi incompiute
a urla per mille voci schiacciate
li affronti o ti lasci appestare
reagisci o ti lasci collocare

Spalanca le porte alla morte
scarno, proiettato su un letto
devastato da metastasi,
quel che ti resta da trascorrere
riflette il buio che ti sei lasciato dietro


TERMINALLY SICK

Alive but immune to life (x 3)
you confuse the symptoms... no reaction
alive but immune to life
advanced state then terminally sick
almost business as usual

Inertia is the progression of a cancer
defining your cellular structure
gradations of colour flaking off
it's up to you how to fix them,
when the rain brings fresh air
breathe or be pierced

When your sickness is those around you
you face them or they infect you
expanses of dust, an anonymous mass
it's up to you to go from unfinished sentences
to screaming for a thousand crushed voices
face them or be infected
react or let yourself be placed

Open the door to death
gaunt, projected onto a bed
devastated by metastases,
what time is left for you
reflects the darkness you left behind

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