Weapon industry wants to go on vacation

I am the friggin' weapon industry 

the Moloch behind your good-faithed 

agendas 

I enjoy simple things

human flesh and pollution 

bow to me 

suck my missile

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it deep

 

hey don't look at me like this

guns don't kill, people do

Yes, I am good and do good 

I dispense security to your parents

and a career to your brother

I am progressive and open-minded

I don't discriminate by sex faith nor race

meritocracy is my policy

and I drive your country economy 

USA, UK, Italy, Germany, France

suck my missile 

Israel, Russia, China, Japan

suck my missile

North Korea my beloved

suck it good

I've put Ares and Shiva under contract

as any other school shooter weirdo

I've breastfed swathes of mobs and terrorists

and whispered rhymes to every African child soldier

I wipe my ass with the tongue of the hippie
and deepthroat the purple-haired feminist

'cause today I shat a million of mines  

so I feel pretty horny

I care so much for the environment

that I have a plan to hygienize the world from a disease called Humans

bacteriological apocalypse?

atomic holocaust?

pick one

that's real flower power for you you stupid illiterate fuckers

I am clairvoyant 

my ciclopic eye sees the future

and I see myself marching

with my beautiful arsenal

marching to the rim of the world

a giant blood-dripping promontory 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

never coagulating 

...

Oh I'll tell ya what now
It's about time for me to retire

I'd love to just chill on my hammock
sipping a properly made Virgin Colada

on an endless vacation in a tropical Paradise

waiting for the moment

computers controlling nuclear heads

BECOME SENTIENT

First draft July 2013

Litania dagli atolli

adesso posa la tua scienza

piccolaluridaguastafeste

BASTA RODER VIA IL MISTERO!

lascia che il Chaos

ci compenetri

fin dentro i nostri coralli

candeggiati dall'ondeggiare

 

tanto nessuno ha scoperto mai

cosa si annidava

tra recessi membranosi

di mille pterodattili caduti

né se dal becco osceno di uno

sia mai uscita una parola

di comprensibile intelligente raziocinio

o solo un insensato folle EEEK EEEK
di puro sgomento

EEEK EEEK

EEEK EEEK

EEEK EEEK

 

allora perché mai tu

dovresti scoprire

la ragione del nostro orrore

cosa interessa agli alberi

se non succhiar via tutta la luce dal mondo

e farlo pazientemente

e agli esseri striscianti, natatori, saltatori, arrampicatori e volatori

che se ne infischiano dei vostri

scioperi

saltate la scuola noi saltiamo la Vita

c'era un mormorio invertebrato

e ora non piú

EEEK EEEK
EEEK EEEK
EEEK EEEK

c'era un mormorio verde alieno

e ora sta per tornare

sí, sí

malmostoso

piú che mai!

ogni cosa antica intona la litania degli atolli

in un linguaggio primevo

senza accoliti
senza empatia 
lo avverti? 
è il brusío di mille flauti dissenati

è il rantolo di eoni sedimentati
che viene
viene a esigere il Tributo

sí, sí...

stiamo per ricordare

l'ora della merenda cosmica!

sí, SÍ!

EEEK EEEK
EEEK EEEK
EEEEEEEEK

CHOMP. SGNAK. SPLAT.

ecco il mastodonte si é insediato
dopo aver pasteggiato

qualcuno fabbrica una collana

di vertebre di stella

di vertebre di atollo

di vertebre di bambina

CTHULHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

The last ride of the Teddy Boy

I give you a call to announce you the End of the World 

and you simply plunge onto your nubile bed 

chuckling and giggling at the scoop 

  

can't you see it's all a charade

oh fabulous soothing years of sedative

and lull

that left me wings-clipped 

not to become the rebel heir 

of such a miserable wellbeing

but we continue to be well-dressed 

but we continue to be well-combed 

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse

suburb life marvel
early burial collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a negative sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too fancy

I've seen you eating at Ronald's the other day

you looked happy but a little vague
the quality there must've really improved

cause everybody looked the same

I bet everybody tastes the same

   

but we continue to be well groomed

but we continue to be well behaved

to be elegant bystanders

at the apocalypse 

 

suburb life marvel
premature death collective

how we're supposed to thrive
under a polluted sky

shall we build our mind coffin
but try not to be too trendy

 

I've seen you eating your brother the other day
you looked happy but a little vague
the quality at Ronald's must've dropped
cause everybody resorted to smth rotten

  

during the Last Ride of the Teddy Boy 

everybody carries a cross 

down to Calvary street

he carries a feather

or shaould I say a feather carries him

I think this time he's gonna win
Smith's hand waving at him

while he pushes himself in the agony

   

guerilla warfare for tonight entertainment!

the leader of the Mods arrested 

many white boys' white faces tumefied 

the upper-middle class girl randomly deflowered 

but all's good in Heaven Inc.

 

So I've heard you want to start a revolution boy

how about a career in Finance?

HOW ABOUT A CAREER IN FINANCE.

no worries ocean cliffs bleed

hundreds of wheeled machines

millenials smile and leap

in a great tribute to pre-space age

anxiety

 

forsake my generation