Recorded: Rome, 8/8/1988.
Product type: demo tape.
Total time: 00:23:18. 

Formazione
Claudio Nigris - keyboards
Fabiana Del Vico - drums
Max - vocal
Paolo Di Virgilio - bass
Vincenzo Trasca - guitars

Collaboratori e amici
Stefano Curasi - violin
Roberto Callipari - autore del testo "On my skin" 

Dark Ice
Time flies I realise how much l look like the Moon because first
I was white then dark then gone
It’s the eclipse time flies and my vision
Of life becomes colour blind
There are no more colours
perception capacity of pain comes
less disappears
together with thoughts
let’s start TV news
Africa becomes Greenland
Sun Becomes the Moon
And warm in ice
Dark ice invades my land
The rumour of a bus motor on makes my
Thoughts go away
Like a stone in a flock of birds
They fly away and my mind
Stays empty and I realise
About the worth everything can have in my life
I won’t forget the tenderness of a white plastic bag
On a wall like a poor ghost clutches in itself for the cold
Africa becomes Greenland

The return
There’s no way out
We’ll be gone now
End will give you
Life to destroy
You’ve got to
Accept It
I swear I’ll do anything you want
Destroying people that break us
All you want I’ll make
I’m holding an oath
Taking away
Their lives away
Setting horror free
I swear everything you want
Will set free
All you want I’ll make
Blood blood sizzling down the floor
I’m hating I’m hating
Your blood running inside your body
Die!
There’s no way out for you my brother
I can make up an eardrop with your left hand
Bone last finger
Have a nice birthday my darling
Don’t look at me with your scared eyes
This is what my lord wants
Don’t try to stop me
What’s more beautiful than realise we’re just a sweet reflection of our ego
And what’s more sad and dramatic than realise our foolishness will never accept it
Our death is born here
What’s all this don’t you know?
What do I have to do?
Why don’t you answer to my questions my lord please
Lord come back to me
All you want I made
Hate this silent place

On my skin
They have a huge, iron cobweb,
made by one million of bridles.
You are there with your hands tied up
waiting for your time to fight.
They theared you from the cradle,
spitting on your sacred lullabies.
With dark images they pollut your brain
making your future impossible to live.
Soon there’ll be for you a uniform
which they’ve built with plastic bags,
you’ll be against many people,
but you’ll never know who’s your real enemy. 

Time still lives dying
There inside between your walls
You came inside
Inside it’s so warm
Time still lives dying
How do you feel inside
Now you look at me
You let me play
Can’t come inside
No more lies
17 years old looking for the warm in the ice
Inside between your walls
You came inside
Inside it’s so warm
A tired arm over the pillow
Close your door
And the world knocking outside
Time still lives dying
How do you feel inside
I am still playing here
You’re still laughing there
Black magic
You’re still thinking about
You’re 17 years old looking for the warm in the ice