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letra de pasolini - hazelord

[verse 1]
say “a couple walked, disappeared in the mouth of joy”
i’ll get it here, mind the spine in the bat since broke
it’s coming, it’s never coming back
bring out the filth for my right flowered ear

the longest haul, bedrooms at the end of the street
and there’s a word, mood awaiting there for me
see the eyes, see the careless eyes inside
and not a blue light to undo what i’ve done
thеy can catch me but they can’t undo what i’ve donе
[chorus 1]
and you can scream ‘til the stars bleed out
it’s just two arms wed to warmth
a sullied cheek, bleeding thighs, too much
there’s only one left untouched

now if your soul can hear the daisies gawk
they found a way to stop the noise
i doubt the average family man you love
breed in a less conventional way

[verse 2]
take a final look at the beverage of your best life
a dizziness, and it’s n0body’s night but mine
here’s the weird friend to crawl inside your legs
to penetrate, utter “you are welcome” no more

don’t feel the love, think there’s merely one fractured crown
there’s only power in versatile grandiose minds
in a chrome sty, the walls awaits her blood
actresses act, she’s a stillborn yet leading light
her f-ck me eyes, rkw mannequin type
behold, the reel that’ll impress once compelled to die

[chorus 2]
and they will scream ‘til the stars bleed out
it’s just two arms wed to warmth
a sullied cheek, bleeding thighs, too much
there’s only one left untouched
now if you noticed when the moon turned off
just tell the night you’ll be here soon
you’ll never call family men ‘your love’
no matter how conventional they are

[spoken]
on one peaceful mid-july night, while the heat was in its heyday, while children were running and playing on the beach, the memory of which they would leave once the summer had evaporated, a sweet impulse came to me. mothers. daughters. sisters. them. once again. like always. i remembered the melodious sound of their footsteps, the symphony of their breath and the unforgettable coda that their fear composed. it was that night. one more time, one more victory, one more confirmation, a new one, always. in its large velvet coat, it was my eyes that caught her without warning. with the only lights to swallow us being the blinding green of the bowls of hygieia and the dying red of dilapidated grocery stores. how cool is that, well if i dare asking? she presented herself as any other prey, in the sense that any mere mortal would desperately try to understand why i would choose her over one of the many fancier and more glittering trophies the d-mned city i was born in had to offer

but tonight was a different kind of night, the omnipresent tension of a room ruled by a claustrophobic atmosphere, nimble fingers suddenly meeting the most unbelievable thing humanity has ever created. none of that was going to happen tonight. tonight was going to be a different kind of night. a night of impulsiveness, a night where complexity gives way to the beauty… to the vivid beauty of the gesture. and all i have is my hand, my whole body and the little bit of luck that god handed me with his lacerated hands. so i might as well use it, i might as well not disappoint my beloved creator. i was born with a mission. a mission of l-st, and god himself knows that i’m at a point where it’s not about love, not about asking pointless stuff or even commitment. it’s about my worth as a man, it’s about pleasure. it’s about me. it’s not about them, though they could try if i’m being honest. it’s about being a real man, and it is happening tonight, once again. and now, all i got to do, is to get her

i follow her, i can hear myself following her, she can hear me following her, and god can hear us with the fragile ears that are already useless to him. she worries, more and more, i can feel her fear, i can feed on her fear, it makes me stronger. i walk, i walk, i walk, she walks, she walks, she starts running, i start running, i run, i run, i run, i run, i run, i run, she runs, she runs, she runs, she runs, she runs…

i got her!

my arms, my big arms, around her, blocking her. she cannot move, as her neck is facing the sharpest knife she ever had to confront. she cannot scream, as my hand won’t allow her to produce any sound. i cannot be stopped and i won’t be stopped. i don’t care if they think i’m wrong, i’m here for myself and myself only. the art of self-defense is dead, the art of defeating me is dead. i f-cking k!lled it, and there’s nothing no one can do about it
(i f-cking got you!)

i start… i start undressing her, she cannot move, she cannot say anything. she… she tries to move, but she cannot. and there you go. (stop!) there you go. the other blade is out. (stop f-cking moving!) the other blade is out. and… (stop, i said!) there you go. i.. i’m inside. i’m inside her. i’m inside you

shut up!
stop… stop screaming!
no one is there anyway, you f-cking idiot!
no one can f-cking hear you!
c’mon…
stay still!
stop moving!
you know how lucky you are?!
you know how f-cking lucky you are?!
you… you… w…
stop f-cking screaming!
and don’t you f…
don’t f-cking tell anyone!
don’t you… you…
you better keep that f-cking mouth shut!
you know what?
no one’s gonna believe you anyway!
no one’s gonna believe you aside from your f-cking friends i’m going to do the same thing to!
they’re gonna be lucky too!
like… they’re gonna be lucky too!
you worthless pile of garbage!
be grateful i’m keeping you alive!
have some decenc…
you don’t want me to keep you alive ?! you…
i’m gonna f-cking k!ll you!
you f-cking…
don’t make me do this!
don’t make… f-ck…
take this!
take this!
c’mon!
take t…
look what you’re making me do!
look!
you f-cking…
it’s all your fault!
it’s… it’s all your fault!
you f-cking…
[outro]
i don’t care if they forgive me
i don’t care if you forgive me

- hazelord

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