COLD MIXX

Loving you(Trance)

IMMORTALITA’ LATENTE
[Verse] Forse muori? Ma chi lo sa? Non è mica una verità! La falce aspetta Ma poi si pente Resti qui Sei immortale latente
[Chorus] Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!! Eh?? Forse è solo un difetto! Una pausa del destino Un respiro piccolino Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!!
[Verse 2] Guardi il cielo Cerchi un segnale Ma forse sei un caso speciale La morte inciampa Fa confusione E tu rimani in sospensione
[Chorus] Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!! Eh?? Forse è solo un riflesso! Un ritardo nel sistema O una scena senza schema Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!!
[Bridge] La vita è un gioco strano Un tiro di dadi in mano Se vinci o perdi non lo sai Ma intanto vivi E mai ti stai
[Chorus] Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!! Eh?? Forse è tutto un progetto! Un contratto mai firmato Un finale ritardato Forse muori!? Ma NON è detto!!

Tortona AL Piemonte, 7  Novembre 2025 
Song n.1187 di WWW.SODALIZIOSMART.IT & www.RADIO59MUSE.it
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Testo e Musica di Sergio MURATORE 
 Posizione SIAE 54270 – 0 , Sezione: MUSICA
 Qualifica: Autore parte letteraria e compositore melodista


IMMORTALITA' LATENTE

IMMORTALITA' LATENTE: Maybe you die, but it's not certain, eh)

[Interviewer:]
So instead of finding the leaker, the person who betrayed your trust… they investigated you?

[Ian Blackman:]
Yeah. Me. I was the one who damaged their reputation, apparently. They punished me. They didn't just slap my wrist… they made me disappear.

[Verse 1]
And the company I trusted stayed deathly quiet,
They refused to support me, instead they fed the riot.
HR scheduled a meeting to interrogate me,
Instead of real safety, they brought me to my knees.
The judgement they gave me wasn’t a memo they wrote,
They banned me from Slack groups, cut me right at the throat.
Just the essential work channels, all the culture disappeared,
Like they gagged my whole presence, confirming all that I’d feared.

[Chorus]
They cut the connection, they turned out the lights,
Locked me out of the chatter, the days and the nights.
Now I’m persona non grata, a name on a file,
They punished the victim, it’s always their style.

[Verse 2]
A few weeks went on, this new truth hit me hard,
Heard there was a team dinner, I wasn't on the card.
The invite was posted where I could never get through,
A friend asked why I missed it, I said, “I never knew.”
That small moment just crushed me, I’m not one to weep,
But I hid in the bathroom, the wound was too deep.
It wasn't about the free dinner or the corporate night,
But the proof I was banished, erased from their sight.

[Bridge]
[Interviewer:]
What did that feel like? To be there, but not there.

[Ian Blackman:]
Undead. I was undead. A ghost on the payroll. I’d see the posters for 'Inclusion Week' and just… laugh. What a joke. What does inclusion mean when you can be ostracised for a bad joke in private?

[Chorus]
They cut the connection, they turned out the lights,
Locked me out of the chatter, the days and the nights.
Now I’m persona non grata, a name on a file,
They punished the victim, it’s always their style.


The Interview (Part Two)

Anti-Noël Trippy!!

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Lemon tree

SOUNDCLOUD true or false ?

Eternal Love

IF U KNOW U KNOW

Please remember to breathe between breakdowns.
Smile for the quarterly report.
You are doing perfectly adequate.

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Welcome back to your healing plan
Please click "Accept All Trauma"

Every headline’s just recycled pain
Micro-dosing hope like it’s the new champagne
Another breathwork cult in my For You feed
I bought their peace and overdosed on need

I downloaded peace at two percent
Loading screen says "trust the process"
The app keeps crashing when I cry
But hey at least I qualify

I’m certified unwell
Thriving theoretically
The guru in my mirror
Keeps selling back my honesty
I’m vibing through the breakdown
A smile that sells it well
The world won’t heal itself
So I became my own hell

Quarterly chaos synergy malaise
Metrics of madness I pretend to praise
My inner critic got promoted again
Said congrats on consistently
Choosing crisis over clarity friend

I breathe in balance exhale debt
Optimize regret I can’t forget
My shadow’s clocked in collecting pay
HR calls it growth these days

I’m certified unwell
Thriving theoretically
The guru in my mirror
Keeps selling back my honesty
I’m vibing through the breakdown
A smile that sells it well
The world won’t heal itself
So I became my own hell

I found enlightenment in a refund request
Whispered "Namaste" to my premium emptiness
If healing’s a hustle then I’m CEO
Selling snake oil to my shadow self below

I’m certified unwell
Failing theoretically
Yeah I’m so healed yeah so fixed
Still glitching beautifully
I’m vibing through the breakdown
A smile that sells it well
The world won’t heal itself
So I became my own hell

I’m mindfully not okay
Optimizing my decay
The chaos feels like home tonight
And somehow that’s alright

Certified Unwell

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                    T.Y.

IMMORTALITA' LATENTE: Maybe you die, but it's not certain, eh)

Sergio Muratore #EsseEmmeSMart