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Part of The Petty Order vol.I — Decoro Records (2025).
Compilation of Pordenone bands.
Independent punk compilation from Italy, featuring DIO and experimental sounds.
No copyright. Share freely. 

Estratto da The Petty Order vol.I — Decoro Records (2025).
Compilation di band pordenonesi.
Raccolta punk indipendente dall’Italia, tra DIO e suoni sperimentali.
Nessun copyright. Condividi liberamente.

Lyrics:

Potresti avere
La parodontite

Mio dio quanto dolore abbiamo attorno 
Quanto, più di qualunque dolore tu possa sentire 
È sopportabile perché è incontenibile, non lo puoi sentire
Tutto questo dolore attorno
Ma in fondo….

Potresti avere
La parodontite
Potresti avere
La parodontite

Non sento nulla
morte in ogni news
nessuno scandalo
Non sento più nulla

ma in fondo...
Potresti avere
La parodontite
Potresti avere
La parodontite



Revitalizzami il cuore
Revitalizzami l'anima
Non sento più nulla
E se sento qualcosa scrollo
scrollo giù
E tra un bambino sudanese
e un'amatriciana illegale...

Potresti avere
la parodontite!
Potresti avere
la parodontite!


Insensibilità alla portata

dj skullcrusher

it took your hand against my will. you took advantage of the situation and got the best of me again, spreading the germs and reasoning rhymes. and what do i have to lose this time? bought and forgotten. it's barely worth fighting, but find a reason to try. (bought, sold, forgotten, acquired tolerances, lost ground; promises that lack sincerity. insult intelligence for comfort, carry on with denial.)

spreading infection

i tried to run. knee deep in shit. pushed to the point. but this is where it fucking ends. hopeless. worthless. bled dry. etc.

one in three

i've played the game a million times before, and i'm just now catching on to the trick, the rule of shit is just becoming instinctive, all too familiar, all too close to home. it's grown on me like disease, crippling bones and killing me.

the seperation...

want in one hand and shit in another, and see which one fills first. our sheltered existence, the feet are cemented and sinking, drowning.

a background check

under definition, i'd say those words were lies. and by the book, i'd say those ties were broken bonds, but whatever, right? a shrug of the shoulders and a few shed tears is obviously enough finalization on four long years. the strings were tugged to the point of the snap, and i thought that we were friends until the fucking end, but i guess that friendship's dead. i guess forever ends, etc. etc.

the best friends club

the heel to toe to steal the show, perfecting a rebellion. it's easy to see that this means nothing more to you than just some money-making scheme, nothing more than green. (you have paid for your status and the high price of contradiction), but this won't be the assembly line. we won't be the machine. i'm sorry, but this means more to me.

the value of a dollar

healthclub head coach
pr3 starter
super evil villain leek

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