I s​/​t

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03:19
2.
03:02
3.
01:45
4.
03:48
5.
03:15
6.
03:05

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released October 1, 2013

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Track Name: war
there's no victims in my war
just another carnage of unconscious bodies
no struggle for you-
there's no witness in my war
just another grave for harmless minds
another day has passed, another time
another day is dead, fighting between hope and hate
blinds eyes drunk of safety.
but the hounds will come.
Track Name: wounds
do i miss my target?
i'm handling my mistakes.
cursed
turn my back to myself/ while old cuts make me breathe
keep throwing shit doesn't make you stronger.
with your voice warming up my bowels
replied with black spits.
and those tapes in the shelf tell me that i won't change.
Track Name: .
i am fuckin sick of searching for reason today
for loose 'em tomorrow
again again and again
sick or tired?
in this empty room
feed me with rage,
i am alone with my sins. without sorrow
feed me with rage
cause i'm fuckin sick
Track Name: ashes
blurred colours
swarms of dust
i stand like a fading light
hidden behind the skin
i dance on my ashes to remind me who i am
time like water, and i am learning how to sink
far away from my past
in the womb of my disease
i fuckin swear
"i am my first revolution"
and you are not welcome.
stay away
Track Name: black summer
i'm sorry about it all,
as always, as never
our heads filled of concrete
but light as a feather
here and now, the coldest summer,
i can listen your complaints.
clearer and clearer.
and joy has never been so black.
and the murmurs have never been so high.
talk me behind.
spit on my pride
Track Name: sickness
this city run,
too slow.
any bridges are collapsing
day by day.one by one.
sometimes fast,
enough to ruin
all that came before.
this city walk, this city die.
i screwed up my nails, trying.
here, sickness of being here
or sickness of being nowhere.