Cripple Bastards — Allergie da contatto song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Allergie da contatto" by Cripple Bastards.
Lyrics
Nel tuo schema a tangenziale
Si delinea che ruolo hai:
Squalo che apre la portiera
O troia spugna dei vuoti altrui
.o un giorno anche il mirino
Che inquadra tutti e due
Dipingendo il parabrezza di umori
Che comunque non scoprirai mai
Noi siamo gli occhi di un destino confinato su terminali spenti
L’esca in un labirinto di sbirri assordato da migliaia di lamenti
Un oceano in tempesta proteso verso una costa sovraccarica di luci
Espansivo perché funzioni in superficie
Allergie da contatto, gli spifferi freddi di un abbraccio
Mi deprime quel che hai dentro
E nello starti vicino
Sento lo stridere della pialla sulle anomalie
.stridere della pialla
Sulle anomalie
Sulle anomalie
DISATTIVATO — CLASSIFICATO
CONNESSO A ORE — SOTTRATTO AL COLORE
Noi siamo i giorni che rimangono al coagulo tra nervi e cemento
Gole squarciate che sfiatano implorando l’arrivo del martello
Ostaggi rilasciati per sbaglio il cui fine è restituire ogni tortura
Espansivo perché funzioni in superficie
Allergie da contatto, gli spifferi freddi di un abbraccio
Mi deprime quel che hai dentro
E nello starti vicino
Sento lo stridere della pialla sulle anomalie
.stridere della pialla
Sulle anomalie
Sulle anomalie
DISATTIVATO — CLASSIFICATO
CONNESSO A ORE — SOTTRATTO AL COLORE
«CONTACT ALLERGIES»
In your tangential plan
Your role is more than clear:
A cruising john opening car doors
Or whore sponging up the empties of others
… or one day even the scope that frames both
Painting the windscreen with humours
That you’ll never discover anyway
We’re the eyes of a destiny trapped on switched-off terminals
The bait in a labyrinth of cops deafened by countless laments
An ocean in a storm reaching out towards a coast overloaded with lights
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold draughts of an embrace
I’m depressed by what you have inside
And by being near you
I hear the planer screeching on the warps
… the planer screeching
On the warps
On the warps
DEACTIVATED — CLASSIFIED
CONNECTION BY THE HOUR — SUBTRACTED FROM COLOUR
We are the days remaining before the coagulation of nerves and cement
Slit throats that choke imploring the onset of the hammer
Hostages released by error whose fate is to return all torture
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold draughts of an embrace
I’m depressed by what you have inside
And by being near you
I hear the planer screeching on the warps
… the planer screeching
On the warps
On the warps
DEACTIVATED — CLASSIFIED
CONNECTION BY THE HOUR — SUBTRACTED FROM COLOUR
Lyrics translation
In your tangential scheme
It outlines what role you have:
Shark opening the door
O slutty sponge of other people's voids
.or one day even the viewfinder
That frames both
Painting the windshield of moods
Which you'll never find out anyway
We are the eyes of a fate confined to dead terminals
The bait in a maze of cops deafened by thousands of moans
A stormy ocean stretched towards a Coast overloaded with lights
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold drafts of a hug
It depresses me what you have inside
And in being close to you
I hear the screeching of the planer on the anomalies
.screeching of the planer
About anomalies
About anomalies
DISABLED-CLASSIFIED
CONNECTED TO HOURS-SUBTRACTED FROM COLOR
We are the days that remain at the clot between nerves and cement
Gaping throats venting begging for the arrival of the hammer
Accidentally released hostages whose purpose is to return any torture
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold drafts of a hug
It depresses me what you have inside
And in being close to you
I hear the screeching of the planer on the anomalies
.screeching of the planer
About anomalies
About anomalies
DISABLED-CLASSIFIED
CONNECTED TO HOURS-SUBTRACTED FROM COLOR
"CONTACT ALLERGIES»
In your tangential plan
Your role is more than clear:
A cruising john opening car doors
Or whore sponging up the empties of others
... or one day even the scope that frames both
Painting the windscreen with humours
That you'll never discover anyway
We're the eyes of a destiny trapped on switched-off terminals
The bait in a labyrinth of cops deafened by countless laments
An ocean in a storm reaching out towards a coast overloaded with lights
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold draughts of an embrace
I'm depressed by what you have inside
And by being near you
I hear the planer screeching on the warps
… the planer screeching
On the warps
On the warps
DEACTIVATED — CLASSIFIED
CONNECTION BY THE HOUR — SUBTRACTED FROM COLOUR
We are the days remaining before the coagulation of nerves and cement
Slit throats that choke imploring the onset of the hammer
Hostages released by error whose fate is to return all torture
Expansive because it works on the surface
Contact allergies, cold draughts of an embrace
I’m depressed by what you have inside
And by being near you
I hear the planer screeching on the warps
… the planer screeching
On the warps
On the warps
DEACTIVATED — CLASSIFIED
CONNECTION BY THE HOUR — SUBTRACTED FROM COLOUR