The crimson of the evening struck, blood splashed in my eyes
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I searched in the mirrors for my sad people inside me
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I put sleeping pills in my pocket
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And sprinkle a little on my heart, overdose psychoses
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I reached out to my soul without touching my water
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The color of my melody flowed from the red river cascading in my eyes
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My body pulled all those photonovel faces from the far corners of my mind
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Burned in one breath, all those yesterdays became ashes again
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One body and one destroyed helmet
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indifferent to your pains
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With lost honor I'm doomed to their drama on your smoky roads
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A rage hit my face with fire in his ears
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Those bullet sounds multiplied by war sirens
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Hope finally faded in the trust of betrayal
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They shot him too, it was a sudden night
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With his last breath in his arms in the narrow streets
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The life that matters to your friend is on the altars of death
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While vomiting blood, a wreath waits at your door
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Flowers in their hands in the lands of my sadness
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Forget it, shut up as all the time goes around
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There is a wait, while life is flowing like water right now
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I don't know if you're singles while death lurks
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Even if you realize, don't make a sound while the storms break
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You understand when you collect sadness from the gardens of life
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You are one of those tossed in a strange platonicism.
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Although you are alone in your way like everyone else
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You're one of those idiots who think there's someone next to you
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Let your wound bleed, let blood flow from your eyes
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Let your dreams be interrupted by a slapstick nightmare
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Your soul will be ashamed of seriousness and get angry
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Let the dreams that you think are real and hug you put a smile on your face
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Let it be, what can change in the pattern
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Time can't go back, it can't go forward
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What you've been waiting for all your life will succumb to pride
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And you will wander in the reality of your crushed dreams
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You will lie in the dark again in your own sky
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Float into the vastness with an unfinished sadness
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What was your problem son, what was wrong with you
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Anyway, put on your mask, get out, there's no need for sorrows
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Knock on my door, give your secret and enter this heart
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Ask the little parents fed in this heart to account
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The embers burned in the fireplace and I used to watch
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Of course, in the realm of happiness remaining in dreams
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I always had my hopes
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When I was a little kid, I said goodbye to my father to the endless world with my tears.
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What was there, what was left
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In my shifts that hit five in the day and three in the night
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A backpack in the frosty time of the morning
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So much tiredness in my eyes
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Cursing on my lips
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The grinning sun of life is cold as ice
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I always mourn in the expression of my face
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My gaze is always frozen in this room
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My horizons were a broken window
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Was I comfortable?
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In the middle of all these thorns, after so many mistakes
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Mozz, tell me now where is your mind? |