I don't know if opening the door is a mistake
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It has been a closed closet for ten years
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Drunkards and skeletons live there, hiding
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Before Shame (Before Shame)
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I don't know if ten years isn't actually "only"
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Well, I know that it will be a mistake to drink all the youth
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And so I don't beg and trust myself that it's already on my own
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I don't score (I don't score)
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It probably started with the civil one
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Elementary school and 15th grade
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A bunch of rebels, a pile of time and
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Escapes during big breaks
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Most of them were loveless
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And maybe that's why he already has skills today
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And the feeling of being so far away
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That you need an astronomical telescope for that
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Lectures are therefore useless
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Show us the light and lead us out of the darkness
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Well, you can't understand what effort it will take
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Survive those weekends without a bottle
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Lose fifteen pounds when you're Rick Ross?
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Survive shocks like Lindros
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So imagine you are nobody
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You won bingo and should throw away your ticket
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Something sober is not happening
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Life is like a fun show
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He taught me to have aces up my sleeve
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After all, it was a disgusting decade
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Is it a big hoax or a big fake?
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And I don't know when I'll cross that fine line
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Am I getting lost and out of steam? |
And I've been without an idea for over a year
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Although I fly up like an astronaut
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That's how I know I have these problems with alcohol
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And I will lose my loved ones if I give it
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Because I mistake thoughts for words
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It eats at me like a cancer, a heart attack
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It's a freaking Pandora's box
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And I've been completely clean for months (and?)
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And I won't jingle on nobody (yours)
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I don't know if opening the door is a mistake
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It has been a closed closet for ten years
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Drunkards and skeletons live there, hiding
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Before Shame (Before Shame)
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I don't know if ten years isn't actually "only"
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Well, I know that it will be a mistake to drink all the youth
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And so I don't beg and trust myself that it's already on my own
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I don't score (I don't score)
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They say I'm a population scourge
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But these leaves wouldn't move without the wind
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So I chose the tall Peter
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And now he is paving the way to hell with good intentions
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If you don't want to drink, at least don't lie to yourself bro
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I wonder how you will clear your head
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So stop inventing and hand me the oars
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Until I show you in full force what pressure it is!
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What if I'm the one doing the magic? |
What if they don't connect.
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What if I'm your muse, what if Plexo is me? |
What if those fans don't care about sober
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And is it rooted in you like a hundred-year-old sequoia?
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I take control of the ship, I say — I don't drink — over
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It's not worth the trouble lately anyway
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As you wish, my friend, okay. |
We can end up on knives
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Do you remember one thing well? |
Without me you are not at all...
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Shut your mouth, I tell you!
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I don't know if opening the door is a mistake
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It has been a closed closet for ten years
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Drunkards and skeletons live there, hiding
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Before Shame (Before Shame)
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I don't know if ten years isn't actually "only"
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Well, I know that it will be a mistake to drink all the youth
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And so I don't beg and trust myself that it's already on my own
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I don't score (I don't score)
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(I believe that I will not score a goal in my own goal, I will not score a goal
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I believe that I will not score a goal in my own goal, I will not score a goal.) |