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Intro
00:56
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Portraits
02:16
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All comes out, do you really think that will not hurt this goodbye? I'm going against me my own will. And all the things that I could have said, that you could have done. Now I've lost my way.
I'm looking at our past, I'm looking at our best days, I hold everything inside. I let go, no fear my mind could concentrate on what it used to mean to me. And you, I know you need the same. And I, I've nothing left to say to take it back. But now it's gettin' dark. I feel it in the torture of the last farewell, no light, no direction. my way is gettin' dark.
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3. |
The Walk
02:14
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I keep running, lights pass me by. Dust and shadows what I left behind. It's an endless, obstinate breath and I won't let my hopes just fall apart. And I've seen lonely people, glance on the street, drained eyes so I ask myself if I'm doing the same.
It's the only run that no one will run but me.
It's my own run, and no other long run can be.
Now legs are moving fast, as tears down my eyes. I don't care about how long this walk will last. Scared by this angry clouds but the fear to die in that prison is stronger than every fuckin' thing. Stronger than pain, failures, loneliness, no love. this is my own run, there's no other long run.
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Pieces
02:14
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Here we are, we threw our heart away. Who thought it would end in this way?
Glances that sleep don’t admitting they’re wrong, rarefied air, you could try to pretend but it’s not the same.
Well, it’s not the same.
I’m picking up the pieces of what we had, for what it's worth to me, but even scratching the floor I find only dust. Faded pictures remind me of those days, when we used to say that nothing would ever change.
Past reopens wounds, hope to find eternity.
Past reopens wounds, and after all I still believe
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To understand
01:09
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My heart will shine
01:21
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I’m walking through the past, and now I just can say it is hard to find a getaway. A mistake erased every smile, and every lie is stabbing me inside.
By now, I’m afraid. By now, I can’t feel the same. Knowing that tomorrow, when outside it will rain, my heart will shine again, forever.
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Crowns
02:50
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Hands stained with blood that don't burn, don't scare, don't give it up. I wonder, how could you call it life? Hearts in a cage, deprived of dignity, aware the time is running out.
I wonder, how could you call it life? how you can get this right? I'm the voice of those who can't speak, I'll see in your eyes the fear for the revolt. how could you be so fucking blind? embrace we are what we build, we are what we kill.
and I'm fuckin' sure, I won't take part to this crime. cause all you see is above human being, so it won't be me to judge death or life.
throw your crown, and think.
stop this slaughter, I'm sick of this shit.
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8. |
Heroon
02:23
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it may feel special to you at the beginning,
and you'll seem to be the one
but it's like a big game, you can make a move for few boxes
but things will stay the same
the fear of being able to change things, and the water imprisoned in its mouth
as her, we will stay close in ourselves
I want a butterfly effect, I want to see how becomes this hurricane
it may feel special to you, you'll seem to be the one
I want to change this but I don't want to be the only one
i won't be the one
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9. |
The wolf's hour
02:29
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I've been staring at this white
paper all my life long
fuckin' tired of giving vague answers to clear questions, while days go by.
I'm just a running man in search of his own dimension
a running man in search of peace in a place in my head
a running man trying to take out his hate
I'm just a running man, who will never, ever fuckin rest
who will never fuckin rest.
the wolf's hour
I'm told that everything takes shape
everything become so clear
in the meanwhile I'm surrounded by
ghosts sailing in my mind
who don't let me see who the fuck am I.
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Face the truth
03:21
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it's too much time you think how to get better your statement,
instead of caring about the things that make the life a life worth living,
you slave of a fake plastic society, you carry on with just one hope.
the hope that all of this won't suck you in, closing your eyes,
kneeling down the empty values that this life offers you.
where's the respect for yourself? where is your love?
now face the truth.
in this feast of lost souls,
these lights have blinded you remind of the values,
in this feast of lost souls,
the real values.
too much time to think which is the best choice
maybe cause a best choice there's not.
I'm not like the others want me to be
I want to open these eyes, spread my eyes.
And not to be content with what this life offers me
I will chase my reality, I'll meet again my love.
there's no end for who believes.
the time to face yourself is getting closer.
your only saviour will be waiting for who has bought you.
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11. |
Untitled
04:28
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the good times when they used to close your eyes not to see have gone away
the times when we lived without thinking to which dirty world would welcome us some year later
I'm growing up and I can't turn behind as if nothing would happen anymore
just trying to live in a world that I don't feel mine
infected by contradictions, hypocrisy and untruth
I won't surrender
I won't switch down the light of mind
and let me go cause I have no choice.
I keep slipping up
the same small talks,
the same old goals,
breathing recycled air
I don't want your comprehension, it's fake like the words that fill your mouth
isn't this what you're expecting from me? well, to me you can still expect
do what you want but this world will never have me as long as I'm alive.
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