Testi:
7 Years

I am confused by a traffic of minds, they invade my reason and transform in paranoia, rambling paranoia. That can only make me feel bad, I?m still paying

All alone tonight, on a road to run at random in front of another fork again? Walkin' for years and miles, on my eyes only a blindfold in front of another

So many times I waited for a help, I always handle my hand. In my condition there's no fiction but sincerity... And above all with my friends... But

E? come vivere in un limbo dove colori e suoni vivono in disarmonia. Piccolo punto tridimensionale, soffoco l?esistenza con l?arma dell?apatia. Vivo

Everything screams your five-letter name. Every sound and every single place. All this reminds to you and all I dois writing another song. Because I

Tell me more about your thrilling body and fashionable clothes. Are these better than a song? While their lazy minds don't want to think but only dance

You're never coming back. But I think you a lot. In my imagination, You're so beautiful? You were in your bed I didn't understand what you tried to say

Witches of papier-mache row on a silvery lake daughters of the twilight quietness. Isolated by the world of hypocrisy by false optimists. Unsolved rebus

I'm here to say there is nothing to explain. I drank your wine but I didn't assimilate... honey... you will never see me but before, you will kill me