The Mescaline Babies

This is our new Ep guys!

This Corrupting World of Berries Ep

Side A:
This Corrupting World of Berries
The Wall

Side B:
Sylicon Knives
Freya Von Moltke

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The album recording is a little bit difficult because of our busy life, work, tech problems and whatsoever.

We hope to finish very soon, but now, enjoy our new Ep!

Today we start a game with you all!

This game is called “Hide and Seek”.

We have a lot of stuff recorded by these years, and until we wait the new album you can hear some stuff like live recordings, outtakes, alt. versions, etc…
Where you can hear this stuff? We don’t know!
Because sometimes (or more often, who’s knows?) we’ll leave a cd or a music tape with some songs, the instruction for the rest of the game will be inside the cd/tape.
You can find a tape in London, a Padua or anywhere!

The rules are:
– Who’s finds the tape or cd, have the DUTY to sharing FREE on internet.
– Don’t sell the tape or cd found.
– Don’t buy the tape or cd found.

And if some tapes will be lost? Don’t worry, all the stuff will be published.

Her eyes were blue
like ancient deep ice
her hairs were white
like clouds in the sky
She tried to love
a man from the land
of the living and the godless
where the dead remains dead

The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear

One night of winter
she appeared to him
“I desire you,
as Winter the Spring” she said
She hold his hands,
then their lips joined,
but that touch freezed him
he fell to the ground, dead

The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear

horror and guilt
invaded the dame,
horror and guilt
became her name

her tears were snow,
her cries were freeze,
turning to a storm
her funeral weep

It’s a wall
to scratch
to kick and punch
it’s a wall for screaming
words return
with blood and wounds
and there’s nothing you can do
There’s no choice to bring
‘cept of hearing your screams
that’s a rage that makes your fingers bleed
it binds your eyes
it binds your mind
it’s colourless
the wall

Burn me down totally
and make me born again
Burn me down totally
and make me born again

It’s a wall
to scratch
to kick and punch
it’s a wall for screaming
words return
with blood and wounds
and there’s nothing you can do
There’s no choice to bring
‘cept of hearing your screams
that’s a rage that makes your fingers bleed
it binds your eyes
it binds your mind
it’s colourless
the wall

Burn me down totally
and make me born again
Burn me down totally
and make me born again

Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin

We are sons of a bastard mother
our air is tyranny
it runs deep through our veins,
our flesh is soaked with it
no ideals, nothing better
of this old vintage shit
We are the scum of welfare
the means sons of History

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before the great blast

We live for delirious dreams
we’re dead for a bunch of coins
all dull, all doped to death
it’s called mediocracy
they look with paranoia
what’s keeping us alive
our war is spiritual
against our fathers’ void

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before God’s great blast

No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…
No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…

We’re yelling at the end of times
we’re the remainings!

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
here comes the great blast!

Look those white leafs falling from the sky
It seems a funeral to our desperate eyes
Too many knees are touching the livid ground
Our father’s not dead yet, so where has he gone?

Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?

I see desperate angels all around
i hear their hopeless cries, an unbearable sound
everything’s inverted, everything seems so unsure
this is what is said, the empereror is dead

Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?

They hide their fuckin’ cross behind their TV malls
and information system pretends to demonize it
Fascism has no name in a consumer’s mind
it’s just survival instinct and widespread ignorance
They’ll give you all you ask, they’ll give you all you want
Hiding the uneasy sound of muffled truths
With all their poisoned hopes and all their medicines
They made society a cancerine disease

This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason
We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime
we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth
and soon we will forget it all…

Still fucking here, to the point of no return
with flies and broken chains, still searchin’ for a point of view
Freedom’s a lie, we’re imprisoned in our own mind
It’s 1984 again, our everyday reality
Everybody’s looking for a radical change
but only with their i-phone and brand new PC
Everybody’s looking for a radical change
if the price is blood and sweat, how could they bear it?

This world’s condemned to death by their egoistic treason
We have to wake up our minds to burn down this regime
we have to fight to live in freedom our last days on Earth
and soon we will forget it all…
We will forget it all, they will forget it all,
We will forget it all, will you forget it all?
We will forget it all, they will forget it all,
We will forget it all, will you forget it all?

Always singing litanies
Always singing litanies
Litanies of misery
Litanies of defeatism

Hey hey Technocrate
here people needs some hate
Hey hey Technocrate
show them your fuckin’ face

Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism
Singing litanies of misery and defeatism!

She took my eyes away
giving me a new sight
and i have seen things
I had never seen before

And i’ve tear apart my ears
to feel the silence mine
and i’ve learned new words
completely unknown to mankind

Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
Mother of the awakening
Oh, bless the road i’ve taken,
despite the rain and the wind

Oh, thank you for the gift you’ve given,
Mother of the awakening
thank you for the gift you’ve given,
i’ve dug it in my skin

Here’s the stench of doom
I’m gonna puke on you
That’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna throw out on you
Here light is always fake
Angels are pedophiles
You guys are rotting from the inside
Here things are going worse day by day
The smell of mental death is suffocating
When everyone seems to be doped
It’s time to yell again, revolt!

Yell and run, burn your flags
Raise your arms, be jacobin!

All you, masters! All you, slaves!
All you, butchers! All you, “sane”!
All you, fascists! All you, commies!
All you, anarchists! All you, politics!
All you, “normals”! All you, “alternatives”!
All you, monkeys! You, perverted!
All you, straights! All you, fags!
All you, hypocrites! All you, dead!

Yell and run, burn your flags
Raise your arms, be jacobin!

Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Be jacobin!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Organize!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms,
Keep yelling on!
Yell and run,
Burn your flags,
Raise your arms

Be jacobin!