In dedication to the 11th anniversary of Rozz's passing, the translation of Cavity, 1st communion, one of his most beautiful songs:
CAVITY-FIRST COMMUNION-CAVITA'-PRIMA COMUNIONE
We confine the problem of discipline
we begin an illusion
with the hand and the pen
let's reread the words and start again
we accept the gift of sin
the gift of....
the pleasure is bleeding to suffocate the words
the four walls drain me to the last drop
of all imagination
screaming to be told to stay calm
the price of red death
is the price of true love
the black queen jumps through my skin
the king of hearts is waiting
close to home
there’s someone out there shooting
the finger on the trigger itches
another moving target
there's more blood on your coat
there’s more blood for the price of red death
that pins you to the wall
that pins you to Spanish mysticism
three shots resound to call
who wants to play Roman soldier
who lives inside me?
eternal artist, what do you see?
what do you see??
my secret fear of being alone
I sit and squeeze my hands
I sit and make love to myself
I have blood on my hands
I have blood on your hands
blood on our hands
blood
