Istituto Poligrafico e Zecca dello Stato
The Italian Istituto Poligrafico e Zecca dello Stato (trans. State Mint and Polygraphic Institute), founded in 1928, is situated at the Piazza Giuseppe Verdi in Rome. As well as producing coins, passports and postage stamps for Italy, it serves the micro-states of the Vatican City and San Marino as well as the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, widely considered a sovereign subject of international law.
Banknotes are instead produced by Bank of Italy.
In 2002, IPZS became a public limited company (società per azioni or SpA) with the Italian Ministry of Economy and Finance (Ministero dell'Economia e delle Finanze) as sole shareholder.
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Another Private Hell
by: AbscessDon't want to go outside today
Inside i think I'm gonna stay
My tortured mind it chokes me down
In here I'm free to bleed and drown
Just one more private hell
Stuck in this mental shell
I haven't slept for seven days
I watch my face just melt away
I hear them coming after me
Perpetual demonology...
Brain in flames I'm sinking down
Stabbing voices all around
Sleep is something i can't do
Stay awake, nightmares come true
Just one more private hell
Stuck in this mental shell
I haven't slept for seven days
I watch my face just melt away
I hear them coming after me
Perpetual demonology...
Eyes are circles skeletonized
Read Maldoror twenty five times
Drank window cleaner and insect spray
This hell is mine for one last day
Just one more private hell
Stuck in this mental shell
I haven't slept for seven days
I watch my face just melt away
I hear them coming after me