Foolish rage
for what I am and for what you make
cold breeze in a summer afternoon
served chicken shit in a precius spoon.
And listen...
Have you never reached the top,
getting power from your mind ?
Have you duel with the death,
no way caring of her design ?
Blind to see , costantly ,
that everything was fantasy
I woke up in the morning
it was all gone , as you see !

All I have .. to do .. It's near .. now It's ..CLEAR !!

Come on!
tell me what's true
your fuckin' news
Come on!
show me the way
wake up my fear
Tell me!
tell me the truth
pray the Lord
that's still CLEAR !!

Foolish rage
for this old aim that you gave
to face again reality
trying building up a new mentality
But listen ..
What's the sense of building up
a castle with some playing cards ?
Others time it's been so clear
but no price my work awards
tired to see , constantly
that everything is my fantasy
I will wake up in the morning,
leave me alone , let me see !


I struggled within to loose and to win
the sign of this war is my tumefied skin


I open my mind to all possible lines
no way the revenge will get its own time

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