Look into my eyes To the walls impending over me Try to escape from this game Where human logic fails DOWN with no hope or safety Where illusions can
Like a maniac If you know what I mean Searching for a thrill That you wanna get Nothing to do Sniff some glue Looking at you falling below Step on the
1st: Crafty, clever, also unripe and cynical false, unfaithful and my fever the solitude of my first years the suffering within my tears covering me
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong...... 1st: i' m not your god because i' m real prevail against all things i feel electric lights it' s in her eyes make
I know you want my instant reaction At your every command Obey without objection (Your) mouth talk's shit Convict and resist No more friends But just
Spoken: you left me alone, so i live alone by myself and i don' t wanna worship you again and in vain bridge: before my time will come somebody show
Stories of (from my) the past (Are) about to prevail I've been waiting to show them (to you) Locked in a cage Loose and (then) again I've worked myself
(The) Positive pressure Of injustice Dark, Grey, Anemic and Frantic Opposing actions as (once) stated by us Nobody cares (The) Positive pressure Of
Well, the time has come to tell you a story About me and "my toy", bloody and gore About my frustation and rage I was tossing and turning, My life was
To hell!!! We're gonna go But we'll return So let me wise off To hell!!! We're gonna go But we'll return So bet your life on (it) Time to rise
1st: I felt if i was watching myself from far away i felt so scared my head was swimming but drew my minds somewhere but it' s the same my healing power
1st: I shut my eyes to find myself into obscurity i scream against my private god respect my friend but he' s not a friend of purity the brawler style
(feat. Articolo 31) Mollami, mollami, m'hai rotto il feeling, c'e che c'e che c'e che m'hai rotto il feeling ... ... Ti credevo una bella tipella,
People dying for a cause For what cause I?ll never know? Snipers stand like vultures Waiting for the kill It?s easier to send an assassin To shut somebody
Someone told him to submit people With a piece of fucking paper Work for myself Not to pay tax(es) To make much more cash Money running in technicolor
(feat. Articolo 31) Vai bello Vai bello perche la folla strippa se tiriamo su un bordello se facciamo noi macello vai bello tornate a casa non ci sara
1st: Head down is just for loosers and that' s right when i don' t abuse it get me out just to use me let' s pull me in and don' t give me up go straight
(by Police) Sleep lay behind me like a broken ocean Strange waking dreams before my eyes unfold You lay there sleeping like an open doorway I stepped