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Desolation
03:43
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Days feel like years, it’s the reason for my aging
And there’s no escape in here
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses
I wonder: how low will I go? Why should I smile? How long is this fuckin’ life?
Shall I close my eyes or keep them opened?
There’s no point in asking these questions, I should just act and do something to start the change
There’s no point in asking these questions, I should just act…to start the change
how low will I go? It’s my only question, I’m craven and I just keep wondering:
how low will I go? I’m a coward and I just still standing
Years feel like days, it’s the reason for my stillness
I’ve built stuff with no projects
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses
how low will I go? It’s my only question, I’m craven and I just keep wondering:
how low will I go? I’m a coward and I just still standing
how low will I go? It’s my only question, I’m craven and I just keep wondering:
how low will I go? I’m a coward and I just still standing
Caught between two forces, the only thing I see is desolation
Neither up nor down, the pressure halts me there
And there’s no space for thinking
Except for just one question: how low will I go?
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Lone Survivor
03:32
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Dear friend, you’ve gone away, I stopped counting the days
Your house was an empty cave out of time and windows
The dust was everywhere, I loved the clouds raised by my breath
Source of inspiration, living in a dusty nest
A memory, just a memory
Life was a sham, and that was our form of judgment
days were like chapters of a book that would never end
dear friend, I wish we were intent on watching
a screen full of music, tables and vintage games
With you I shared the most depressing years of my life
and we helped each other to make them into something beautiful,
luxury and gloom, it was hard but we have grown
I'm glad I have known you
But life goes on and changes, so it’s better to
When life goes on and changes, it’s then that you
Life was a sham, and that was our form of judgment
days were like chapters of a book that would never end
dear friend, I wish we were intent on watching
a screen full of music, tables and vintage games
Dear friend
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The Living
03:28
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She cries out her voice again,
she’s been alone and the nightmare has reached her
Her gaze shrinks excluding all other options, the path is wrong
but she sees it as her epiphany
Infinity takes over,
the heart is bleeding self-love, the stage will have its lights off,
life will have no
no reason, no reason to exist,
the stage will have its lights off, life will have no
reason to exist anymore
While she enters the vacuum, her memories lose importance,
they cannot cross that border
Nothing can do it apart from the will
that she had to choose her end.
She perceives other presences,
they are like her, they draw and ward off,
they draw and ward off
She dwells in Dark, she knows the way
Infinity takes over,
the heart is bleeding self-love, the stage will have its lights off,
life will have no
no reason, no reason to exist,
the stage will have its lights off, life will have no
Perhaps she is not walking at all,
where are her limbs, her body? Where is her pain?
Perhaps she is not thinking at all,
where is her mind? where are her clouds?
Perhaps she is not joking at all,
she’s made a choice, she’s wept with joy
Of course her loneliness is everlasting, exactly as life
Now the tedious eternity awaits her
Of course her loneliness is everlasting, exactly as life
Of course her loneliness is everlasting, exactly as life
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Alberi
03:28
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Nelle solitarie coscienze della nostra triste armonia abbiamo costruito alberi per evitare l'oblio
Riempire scatole, foto che bruciano
Come nastri rossi che univano il nostro destino, chi raccoglierà le nostre ipocrisie? Ti prego resta.
Ora che son rami senza foglie non crederai più alle poesie, abbiamo scritto un libro senza fine, te ne sei andata, le luci spente a casa
Riempire, tu lo sai, scatole, foto che, sbiadite, bruciano
Credevamo di poter essere come volevi tu
Credevamo che potesse essere solo un gioco che moriva sul quel letto d'ospedale
Come nastri rossi che (alberi) univano il nostro destino, (bugie) chi raccoglierà le nostre ipocrisie? Ti prego resta, (resta)
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