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SUPERhero
04:13
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I should think about love
But denial’s around the corner
(OH ATTA BOY)
(TO WALK UPRIGHT IN A WORLD OF FOOLS)
Mark our bed
Your tongue divide me by sagittal plane
(OH SWEET SIXTEENS)
(YOUR DICK WON’T TOUCH HER THAT NIGHT)
Marking your point of view in a birthday letter
With losted leather with my name carved in
‘well, that’s strange’
To me state that only pain defines who I am
Stranded away
Watch what you say
Despite all the books I’ve read
Aphasia seems the common place
To where return when I have
To express my feelings to you
‘Cause I’m not
YOUR
SUPERHERO
‘Cause I’m not
YOUR
SUPERHERO
I have to say I’ve grown quite a taste
FOR BLOOD
No one of us knew really how to lose
Neither of us liked the view from up above
But here I am fightin’ cosmic force
Stray away
Watch what you say
When you pretend to much from an heart
It will break apart
The fun thing is
It wouldn’t happen without feelings for you
‘Cause I’m not
YOUR
SUPERHERO
‘Cause I’m not
YOUR
SUPERHERO
And I will never be
YOUR
COMMON HERO
I’M LETTING IT OUT THEY WARNED ME
I AM BAD
NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
IF NO HARM IS DONE
A LIE IS JUSTIFIED
I’M THAT KIND OF MAN
WHO TAKES YOUR BLOOD IF HURT
NURTURE AND NATURE
BUT YOU KNOW?
I WOULD SAVE ALL IMHO
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2. |
AwAy
03:47
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It's cringe to admit
That I grew fond of everafters
The world I walk is black and white
I'm the first
And the last man standing
I can only hear my heart
Funny that seems to be louder
When there is yours
Besides mine
And oh we heard them
While we were gently
Falling to sleep
Hand to hand
Oh sweet
Those silence
Oh my oh my oh my
Oh sweet
Those silence
Oh my oh my oh my
Let's go
It's strange to admit
Those moments don't matter no more
We are two hot bullets
Shooted blindly
Sharing kind seconds
In the infinite
We evolve through
Contamination
Oh I wish
I'd absorbed more of you
Despite pride
I would say
That pitch black
Took your place
While around me is puking white
And I remember well
Sittin' near the closure
With gelato melt
Still talkin' tesoro
You said
‘Hey my love
I can see in you
This fire that I adore
Deep inside your soul’
So those trap trap boys
Don't scare me dawg
This Echoes you feel
Is only at Act 2
And I cling to it
With my nails and teeth
'Cause the words you said
Felt true to me
(Oh sweet)
Oh you don't even know
(Those silence)
You taught me to sing
Not knowing to (Oh my oh my oh my)
(Oh sweet)
Trying my best
To be that man
(Those silence)
You saw me through (Oh my oh my oh my)
And one day you'll see me whole
- Talking -
Everybody come on
I don't know
Ah
We will meet again
As it already happened
I'll be of a grey
So shiny
That my shadows
Won't let light escape
And we'll meet our eyes
We'll smile
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3. |
Back
02:45
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Oh no!
OH OH
Code Red
Code Red
I’m back
Code Red
Hear the tune changin
I’m back in the city
Thought it’s far from pretty
I see you slackin’
Wasting your full potential
Do you really
Think you're better than everyone?
Just watch me
Pissin’ on your stupid head
Now listen closely cause
I’ve got lots to tell
And so little time
I’ve got to be super sonic
I’m half a man
Half machine
Not nearly human
Just a 21th century being
The difference between you and me
Is that I’m not scared of it
I want to eat all the world
And explode in cosmic dust
I’ve got places to be
People to meet
I live in the world
Of possibilities
Don’t care
Didn’t ask
Code red
Code red
I’m back
There are people around me swirling
I will rest when I’ll be dead
I’m out of air
And still you are watching me
With dead fish's eyes
You speak but neither
Yourself believe in what you say
To think I started
Watching up to you
I wonder why now
You are so far behind
There is a ready dinner table
Before us with placed napkins
I will be the one to take the first one
And poor you
You don’t realize
You don’t know
About conflict
Everything is granted
You don’t have a clue
My hunger is greater than yours
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4. |
HOTstuff
04:19
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Babe
You’re HOTSTUFF
And you should know what I mean
I won’t repeat what i said
Or are we
Really here
Just to see
What distance there is
Between us
Few people are like you
To get me that
Deep down on my knees
And you say
Girls old like you
Would eat me up
But maybe is what I want
To be your slave
White skin
Blue as your veins
You are one step closer
To purity than me
I could picture your hands
Around my neck
Yes I do
Time again
Curses today
And I just wanna
Be with you
High in incognito uoh oh
Cop in the guest list uoh oh
Playing maracaibo uoh oh
I’m not beside the bride dress
I play a game despite the tactics are not mine
So what are you?
Say you SuperHOT?
YOU'RE HOTSTUFF
Say you SuperHOT?
YOU'RE HOTSTUFF
I assure that is not
Some kind of attitude
You are the fool
That say that's easy
To keep up with this
Blue tornado
Time again
Prisoners of fate
And I should not
Be with you
High in incognito uoh oh
Cop in the guest list uoh oh
Playing maracaibo uoh oh
I’m not beside the bride dress
I play a game despite the tactics are not mine
You wanna see my resolve?
Yes I know
That I don’t know how to speak
They fight so much
To not even get out
I can’t imagine no more
I'm playing a game despite the tactics are not mine
I’m forced into a game where in order to find
first you have to lose
It was rigged before
To understand it before
I wouldn’t made this mess
Is it like chess?
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VASH Lombardia, Italy
VASH isn’t a power rock duo.
It isn’t composed by Riccardo Citterio and Elena Viganò. Respectively guitar and
drum. In Brianza.
VASH isn’t nothing like that.
VASH is a demon. But not just any one.
That’s who keeps you awake.
That’s who is always with you, whether you are alone or with other people.
But if you pay attention you can hear him, he can talk to you.
And he never stops.
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