The True Beast I Lyrics

What lies above is the downmost part of the pit.
It’s evident

This march through the sad and the lonely path of life
is something not everyone can endure.
A mocking errand where the pessimist and the realist,
standing immovable side by side, bear the burden of candour.

For the comfort of a great lie is too delicious to be ignored.
Feral thoughts of a sordid feast upon rubbish
begin to lurk in the back of your head,
just like rats on the edge of starvation.

Barging your way to the bottom of the boundless dump
that you raised from indefinite visions of Eden,
befouled and broken,
you stir the garbage above and below.
A supper of numbness
with the ironic taste of delusion

It’s evident
Non ti curar di lor ma passa e...
behold the heirloom of a simple survival
and stray not from the pleasure of a life in denial,
you would look in the mirror where the horror of nature resides,
fooling yourselves with the facade of a smile

Speak not, but look,
and pass them by.
Right as Pontius Pilate would wash his hands clean,
the unwitting cattle will always lack perception
when the farmers acuminate the blades.

There’s no despair with a cold
and barren desert sprawling within.
Youthful vigour gone awry as flickering passion fades away,
in the dark and leaden night of an enchantment

For the comfort of a great lie is too delicious to be ignored
and like rats on the edge of starvation,
you’ll feast on rubbish again

It’s evident
Non ti curar di lor ma passa e...
behold the heirloom of a simple survival
and stray not from the pleasure of a life in denial,
you would look in the mirror where the horror of nature resides,
fooling yourselves with the facade of a smile.