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Look at the black box

Non-stop for hours

Hard to tell, hard to stand

Can't stand the power

Corrosion of senses

Balanced between the lips

Life Owners draw the lines

Lines too close to me

Murderers tell me

How to sell me

Speaking machines in theatre scenes

And life's the ticket price

Cold beds for dying men.

Die.

Life goes on without

Another hungry mouth.

Grow up in the box

Fill it, do you feel good?

Grow up in the...

Eat shit. Become food.

Look down at the ground

Fear of the looks

And, what have you found?

[Lead: L. Cardinali]

[Lead: K. Venturini]