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LEMONADE ACID There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, that’s how the light goes out to dark Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find If all times lead to a bowsprit quest That’s how subtle the quarrel test You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge bolder Which falls all the way down then you start to rolling it again Maybe I’ve made up my mind Where’s the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Do I overthink a lot because my mind is like a corridor in which every exit door ends up on a new corridor? Like walking an endless alley at 3 am in a lucid dream? How far does this tunnel extends? Am I too messy and I don’t get along with people because they don’t look at things the way I do Or was I just born unsympathetically nonchalant? What if you actually never was born? What if you’re a steam of consciousness from a distant intelligence from another dimension? Isn’t it convenient that none of us remember being born? If we live in a simulation, why does the programmer allow us to question the programming And be aware that we are just a bunch of zeros and ones? If God was created by Adam, who made Adam? And who’s the who from whom he comes from and so on and on and on? How lucid is the dream? How long have we’ve been asleep? Is there a way out? In the journey to find the ultimate answers that would solve all things in existence, I’ve been told that a wise old man who lives at the top of a mountain, In a heath near a cliff, had what I was looking for Eventually, I got there, knocked at his door, his name is Heathcliff, I said I was there for the answers and he said he already knew it And as I leaned to hear it better from his whispering peaceful voice My sight got stuck at a scene I glimpsed over his shoulder, Of thousands of skeletons and dead bodies lying down there, Swaying mechanically in the sea Whilst foaming waves pushed them against the rocks at the corner of the mountain I asked and he told me that that was just inevitable As by the moment one listens the great and undisputed truth of it all About the meaning of life and so on “The acknowledgment of the informations I give Hit the nervous system like a parasite that grows in seconds And by reaching its peak the reaction of jumping off the cliff is inescapable” So “Yes”, he explained, “You’ll have the whole knowledge ever desirable And will know everything, but mind you that it will last half a minute Before you’re gone for good” So now, he leaned towards me And proceeded to begin telling me the answers I was searching for so long My mind stretched tons with the information, just like he said I gazed for long years into the abyss, the abyss also gazed into me I jumped and as I drowned the last beat of pulse in me left the body I was gone Then, I heard a siren ethereal voice singing over the waters And I immediately started to float back to the surface I was back Heathcliff told me “that never happened before” It's been a long journey from nowhere to nowhere, nothing to nothing It al ends with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze in the half light You drink and know the dream has dreamt itself Tomorrow’s bells will toll, you’ll run more fast Perhaps, it was never just lemonade Maybe you only remember it that way But you can’t tell if its the acid that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid Or if its the sugar that was programmed to taste like sugar and now tastes like acid Sugar or acid, all is one You swallow the last drop, and finally let go: It was never lemonade, it was always lemonade

MAZE Heading for the end And ending up on the start Daedalus’s dead ends are your desire’s deadline When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide To do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control Of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? If you’ve heard this before, three songs ago, Aren’t you Trapped too And just don’t know? Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out I don’t know how to escape from this And you don’t know how to be free We are trapped inside this shit We are trapped inside this f*****g hell Where is the exit door? Why is it the floor keeps stretching? Stretching Stretching Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out Anytime you like you can make the checkout But won’t find The way out If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then… Do gears know they are gears? If you can make your mind to drop out and leave, then… Do gears know they are gears? Over and over And over…

WESTWARD It was more than a season But I just cannot tell Cause I’ve got lack of eloquence And all the words are on the run I glimpsed what thousand oceans Of countless verbs have not become Maybe I’ve made up my mind Flying away can’t hold a candle to Waking feeling the ground, touching the pastures of green Avoiding all of the scheme Of this crazy machine I’m just in doubt moving forward Is there still a light to the westward? Is there still a light to the westward?

HILLTOP You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… And it grinds my gears how in the middle of the night that sleep paralysis wraps itself around me… Around me… That sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis Sleep paralysis You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You’re just a cog 24/7, lost in dreams about the westward You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill rolling a huge boulder which falls all the way down, then you start to roll it again just so… You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill You reach the top of the hill, lost in dreams about the westward

MIDDLE FINGER Serendipitously raised middle finger Crossed hearts and hope have died Running the quay, groundbreaking stringer Seems scorned as a nonplussed tongue-tied All worthless nights, detached broken sinew Forfeited lust on to-do lists, lust lies anew Nadir and the goal falls short of the reach Neither shore nor beach got elicit speech Then isolation is what it is I’m a mariner adrift in an ocean of gods A wide-ranging vision, bliss Blissful silence wipes dreadful odds All bothered, depth, darkening-blur season Even Elysian fields, wood-thrush, no reason If all times lead to a bowsprit quest, That’s how subtle the quarrel test Needly barefoot through the woods at last Which is no more than a state of mind Waterfalls of aloofness ambush in a vast In a vast but west rootless corner of a kind Isolation makes way for bliss Enthroned thrilled shivered pith All limerence towards me, the abyss Abyssal bewilderment, zenith Collusion in pattern gets this Enthroned thrilled shivered pith What a wide vision this is Thrived bewilderment, Heathcliff (Zenith) Mind over matter forever and ever Innuendos to dismiss what it is and whats not Nile waters wet the lawn of a heart’s weather Dismissing scene: your goal fails the hilltop When I’m dreaming and then I realise I’m dreaming and decide to do whatever I want inside that dream, do I have control of that dream or am I just dreaming that I have control? (Reversed)

WATCHMEN Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who are gods consulting themselves with? Why all the young girls are now praising Lilith? Dominion is set upon every mind The maze has no easy way out to find The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? There’ll always be more than meets the eye Hail the lord, the Lord Of The Flies The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Who watches the watchmen? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Are you awake indeed or just dreaming of electric sheep? Hide yourself inside that cold feeling The machine won, the machine is winning The Beverly Hills Hotel has no exit You won’t be forgotten, you’ll never forget it The eye of the beholder hunts the madmen If they’re watching you, who watches the watchmen? Another non-disclosure-agreement As if I were such a well-known singer Withstanding my raised middle finger

NIGHTHAWKS When the boreal colours of Eden's horizon got long overdue, I ate my eyes raw so I could digest that Tiffany blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight There’s a black hole in everything’s heart, That’s how the light goes out to dark And if it’s darker long before the dawn It will get darker and darker forevermore I’d rather see the rigs of Saturn in your eyes than the sun that never sets in the land of the cool Stardust teleport the kids from school On my Chevy Malibu I am playing on an oddity Digging into you, no longer blue Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight Our spaceship is cyan and white Milky Way, in a Bowie’s way High stellar overdrive Lift off tonight

Acid Lemonade It all starts with you lying in your bed The lamp across the room illuminates your empty gaze, in the half-light. You’re drinking while wishing the lemonade had sulphuric acid in it It’s been a long journey, from nothing to nothing, nowhere to nowhere Suddenly, you just don't care anymore because you figured out the relevance of our existence: It doesn't exist You pretend you're playing the game “How are you doing? “I’m fine”, which is just one of the answers that the system programs all the brainwashed puppets to say from the uterus and hides that you gave up looking for the true answers Your days are vanishing in the acquaintance with the concept that the origin of everything was a calculated accident Which inspires the consequent understanding that there is some sort of prearrangement about the planet whirling silently in space And then comes the routine of boredom wrapped in the repetition of meaningless activities with no inherent purpose You’re chained to the formula, attached to the machine Gradually the things that made you get out of bed every day, are vaporised into thousands of particles of disinterest and the goals you believed in are now all pointless If you eat the food it has no taste, whether you breathe it or not it makes no difference, whether you are praised or scolded it makes no difference. Tears in the rain At some point, you want to sleep for decades and, guess what, it ends up happening. Then you wake up only to discover that you're in a dream within a dream, within a dream… within a dream… Reality is a fiction… simulation It was all inside us, liquid days that slipped through our fingers They leak in kindergarten, they leak in traffic, they leak in the lack of talks at the dinner table Then there's that age when flashes pop through your mind, random images of pathetic moments Everything you've done, big or small, will dissolve in time No one reaps what they’ve sown, time is the real reaper and that’s why in the end you’ll end up in the beginning, back to the void you came from The lamp burns out You’re sunk in bed no longer in half-light You’re engulfed by darkness, from within and outside And at the end of each thought you stretch your arms trying to reach that light that your subconscious tells you that is at the end of the tunnel But there is no light at the end of the tunnel because… What if this tunnel is Ton 618?

Lyrics MacNeil No matter where you’re going No matter how you feel You’ve got no way of knowing Sex Magick is the deal And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do This orgiastic ritual will conceal Uhum... That’s how I feel Let’s make this orgy celebration In a Jack Parsons lookalike Do crucifix masturbation Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? The nymphs are wet and high Playing finger pie, Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry And I am... I am... I’m feeling Humm... I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Humm... That’s how I feel That’s how I feel That’s how we feel I’m feeling like Regan Just like Reagan MacNeil Is that for really real? Is she really real? Regan... MacNeil Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Lyrics Monolith Hello there, minstrel man Twas some letter at three Am  How existence does exist?  It sends shivers on my pith  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith     Trinkets and scars put into jars  Are space and time a microlith?  There was always life on Mars  Now your name is Aslöu Smith  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    Look, a cellar door revealed  It’s a pity they are all blind  Steady pyramids concealed   It doesn’t get me surprised  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    Secrets locked in my chest  White satin future dispersed   Tomorrow holds keys to past  Fleeting, floating, unrehearsed   What is it gone underneath?  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith        On the hillside I saw some kelp  White foaming waves into black rocks  The lighthouse keeper couldn’t help  To fear the coastal Manichaeism shock   Down to Gehenna or up to the fifth  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor  No more rich, ain’t no poor  Rusty gears and skin so paler  In alongshore a raconteur  He is coming and coming with   With a long, long gone myth, lift trough monolith    In my begging is my end   End of this age that f*****g stands  It sends shivers on my pith  Why existence does insist?  It's a gone, long gone myth, lift trough monolith

Lyrics That Liar Never Walked on the Water Since from the beginning With a charming or beguiling Narrative to men of tilling With frown, brown, unsmiling, This creation tale is defiling And kinda stealing and revealing A compiling feeling that’s appealing To a big filling of quintessential lies spinning  Suck on my modern manifesto that will free You from idolatry, whatever this idolatry may be, Established traditionally, that always put you jeopardy, Hear circumstances to make you drop fences, f**k defenses And dances around a symbol,  Overrated legends need get trimble,  Stop pray and go to wash a cymbal, F**k the hymnal But their water can never wash my brain, And if you throw your helmet they’re gonna wash yours again, They don’t bluff in vain, Cause the real water comes from a speech rain, Or is it a dogma train? God created man right after man created God How come you don’t see Catholic Church has the nod? Theirs are the money rod, Rotten frog, A barking Cerberus dog, (No f*****g way) The Holy Father shit, The spirit holy creep (No f*****g way) And the fagot sexual submissive son, Amen, my blasphemy is done (No f*****g way) No f*****g way No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked… (On the water) Never Never Never Never Never Never Never… Nun, father Good and evil A virgin daughter Sex is criminal F**k Mohammed F**k the Mormons Damn Ganhesha (What’s your idol?) What’s your idol? Billy Idol? F**k him too Even Episcopalian from Kalamazoo Well, and I got no watchamacallit So… F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all F**k it all… People on knees for the god that they made Are adoring their selves, lack of laid If they can lie and pretend that can walk on the water  You can fly, walk on clouds and be a vegetarian slaughterer Or open your mouth and the fecal matter of theocracy may not bother, you swallower Rage against the age Of damages though the page in cage, Thoughts in cage, Never say, Bound and pray, Three a day, The narrow way, Is that okay? And when the independent thought alarm clocks Because they are scanning and reading your subversive thoughts, That’s how you know your time is done Science got some answers, faith got none I thought it was Middle Ages, but it’s 2021 Down the system, kill, break, ache, take, rape, fake, date, give, beat, born, die, reap, sown, quit, splash, suck, tuck, hate, swing, shout, punch, smash, abort, sail, stay, away, beg, borrow, touch, eat, meat, distrust, fight, burn a bible, stab a Jew, start a war, dark revolution, helter skelter, contribution, f**k the capitalist institution No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water No way, that liar never walked on the water

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MacNeil No matter where you’re going No matter how you feel You’ve got no way of knowing Sex Magick is the deal And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real And I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do This orgiastic ritual will conceal Uhum... That’s how I feel Let’s make this orgy celebration In a Jack Parsons lookalike Do crucifix masturbation Is your head spinning or is it just the hype? The nymphs are wet and high Playing finger pie, Which is an old school slang of a sexual sty So don’t be shy, it’s thick enough to widen the sacred entrance and the unholy exit till you cry And I am... I am... I’m feeling Humm... I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Doesn’t matter what you may do The devil in me seems so real I’m feeling like Regan I’m feeling just like Regan MacNeil Humm... That’s how I feel That’s how I feel That’s how we feel I’m feeling like Regan Just like Reagan MacNeil Is that for really real? Is she really real? Regan... MacNeil Written by Saulo Oliveira S.

Renewing Rock N Roll is the first single from the upcoming E.P. "Prince of Rock" by Saulo Oliveira S.

Lockdown Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now When the doomsday clock hits midnight you all are gonna die, but i'll keep standing in a world inherit, mine And I’ll build a castle with your bones My furniture made of your skin Why me, why not The end meets its begin Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Lockdown got me missing downtown What kind of town is a ghost town Die now Outro Hey look mother, i found the last vaccine in the world, now you are safe, forever... Wait... Written by Saulo Ol. S.