Wander into someone's life you're self assured. You're building trust and winning dreams. You hide behind hind a mask your face is not your own. Of your true side little is seen.
"Who would believe someone thoought mad!". . I have been trapped. Inside these four walls. There is no future for. Those in this place. My cries for mercy.
Closed books is what some people's minds are like. Shut tight, new ideas, they just always get passed by. Prejudice, living in their thoughts and deeds.
See not like you. In the dark. Feel not like you. In the night. Move not like you. Among the trees. Be not like you. Never be like you. . I'll never see like you.
We, in this blowing of time. We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground. With no more poetries to cry. We're still here without a place to hide.
Here is it. It brings the nothingness of tomorrow. Here is it. It gives the silver of another sorrow. The last wave. The very last wave. . And then it arrived.
Here it is. It brings the nothingness of tomorrow. Here it is. It brings the silver of another sorrow. The last wave. The very last wave. And then it arrived.
Mille anni orson'. Fantasie retro. Accadra domain. O puo darsi mai. . A thousand years ago. Retro fantasies. It's gonna happen tomorrow. Or never. . [Solo: Massimiliano].
Sometimes the night. Brings memories, sometimes the night. Brings feelings you thought they are died. In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes.
No longer I stand this sea of light. No longer I stand the gift of god. Screaming, sighing, sighing ,. screaming, crying loud. . The old boat sailed out of sight.
E' come impazzire in un mare dorato. . Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed. Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes. . It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter.
Everyone stands alone. At the planet's core. Wounded by a sunbeam. And it's suddenly night.
Caught in the whirls of time. Cold winds bring me to timeless shores. Shattering, flowing down grain by grain. By the sandglasses of the past. . An innate memory.
Through windows of new desires. I guess I am coming to bright. Feeling the coolness of the ocean in your bright eyes. The taste of salty waves. Nascence and feel no more discomfort while.
Raging war cries out in war. Caused by rage of war god Mars. His warlike spirit will live on and on. . Ola ancestors will come forth. From the deepest depths of hell.
Go about your buisiness. Go about your buisiness. There's a storm coming, lock up your windows. There is nothing to see here. There is nothing to love here.
Watched your lips move during that interview.. Spitting poison that's not dangerous,. That voice wasn't yours.. I read what you said in that interview..
...the wind blows through my hair. the sun hasn't risen above this field yet. the eye of the moon stares at my face. the fear left me long ago. the army is sleeping:.
Can't you see all the filth. That we allow to come into our lives. Don't you know how it kills. It makes it's way and cuts us down to size. . No, no compromise.