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Explosions inside my head,
I don't know, what it was.
People cry out all their fears
and the floor seems to crumble
I try to look inside
what have I got?
Feelings or perceptions?
I can only see your face with no name
No name no fault, no name no fault
Lie down, stand still, shut up, take care
they could hear you!
Don't speak, don't breathe, don' t look, just pray, while they die 'cause of 'em.
What's the reason? Why they doing it? What's religion?
What God wants death instead of life?
Among the many questions
The answer is always the same
I can not devote my life to hate
Fundamentalism is the big debate
How can I save myself? Only with love.
Lie down, stand still, shut up, take care
they could hear you!
Don't speak, don't breathe, don't look, just pray, while they die 'cause of 'em.
What's the reason? Why they doing it? What's religion?
What God wants death instead of life?
This is all that I could say.
“One day fear knocked on the door
Courage opened it and found no one outside”
Lie down, stand still, shut up, take care
they could hear you!
Don't speak, don't breathe, don't look, just pray, while they die 'cause of 'em.
What's the reason? Why they doing it? What's religion?
What God wants death instead of life?
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Moon At Sunrise
05:14
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when I look at me inside
I lose feelings here and there
I've no more life to live
Can I still love?
while I touch your skin, softly
I'll be your cure
with the music of my voice
I fought with saints and nothing's changed
no line can divide us
but alone I can't win
how long can I scream ?
these words are what remains
can you stop all those machines?
finally my mind sleeps away from this world
I've never asked you to be saved
I can live again like the moon at sunrise
one day I'll find you in my nights
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Paper Man
05:40
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He sits crouched under the stairs
and waits to appear in the same vignette
for years he has been playing a part
he speaks through millions of clouds
he lives in a world of inked paper
no longer knows who he is
chasing who has not yet become
clearly the writer has no more ideas, while
he thinks on how to move on his story,
he's in a place where false and real collide
if you chose life, a beautiful place where you dive,
you could think, act and respect your own mind
you would't be afraid of all that whiteness around
you could draw it and fill it with all the colors you mix
He sits crouched under the stairs
and waits to appear in the same vignette
last night I made a dream
I could touch I could see (I could see)
I could taste I could hear
Paper man
can you feel?
“Wait a second, lets start from the beginning
you have a good job, a fast car, designer's clothes, easy amusements
you can have what you deserve, you shouldn't leave us”
I chose life, a beautiful place where I dive,
I can think, act and respect my own mind
I fell good with all that whiteness around
I can draw me and fill me with all the colors I found
and that's what I've found
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Lost
05:14
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The last chance is falling down again
and you might feel constantly insane
we are unconscious evaporations
fixed on a mirror
can you live outside that screen?
I know you are thirsty of those interactions
likes, shares, comments and invitations
unfaithful expectations
everything that is fake
is now processed
translated into truth
by a dumb FB post
how could this happen?
this world is losing its tales
the thing got out of hand
we'll fall into an hole
there's nothing to lose
and there nothing to live for
we'll leave without leaving a trace
pictures without any fancy filters
now show what they are not
fat, old men starving of negativeness
spittin' judgements and leading to explode
can you imagine how
this was before?
everything was fascinating
now it seems lost
Lost
this world is losing its tales
the thing got out of hand
we'll fall into a hole
there's nothing to lose
and there nothing to live for
we'll leave without leaving a trace
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Routine
05:51
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Crosswise streets
that fail to meet
each other
traffic jam
all this bustle
gets me down
black coffee
as cold as people
passing by
she walks out
from a cloud of steam
she's beautiful
bring me into your bubble
touch me softly and take me away
from this routine
everything
seems to move
so slowly
you're the one
one and only
that stands out
bring me into your bubble
touch me softly and take me away
from this routine
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