Dissectors of souls play with scalpels
smug majorities look for slys and fools,
stir up the villains, incite the brutes,
and exhasperate the envious
Meanwhile, Pope Paul VI is no more,
Berlinguer has died,
somebody has AIDS,
somebody has a pre-
somebody has a post-, without having ever been anything
Anything!
I look for the qualities that have no returns
in this human race
that adores watches
and doesn't know time
I look for the worthless qualities
in this middle age
Is retching up Earth,
and the sky is overturned with its stars
and there's no escape,
no escape, ever
ever!
Wake me up, wake me up
I'm lost, I'm confused,
you let me in, embrace me,
devote your night to me,
and the next night,
and one still more
devote to me your days
devote to me your nights
Today, tomorrow and again
Hold me tight, cover me, envelop me,
With warm breath warm me up, cool me with saliva
I'd want to die now.
Meanwhile, Pope Paul VI is no more,
Berlinguer has died,
somebody has AIDS,
somebody has a pre-
somebody has a post-, without having ever been anything
And Earth shakes and vomits,
the sky is overturned with its stars,
and there's no escape,
and there's no escape, ever, ever
...
...
Come, come, come.