Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it?
Will you bite the hand that feeds you? Will you stay down on your knees?
Let it out, let it out Feel the empty Space So insecure find the words and let it out
Staring down, staring down Nothing comes to mind Find the place turn the water into wine
But I feel I’m getting nowhere And I’ll never see the end
So I wither And render myself helpless I give in and everything is clear I breakdown And let the story guide me
Turn it on Turn it on Let the feelings flow Close your eyes See the ones you used to know
Open up open up Don’t struggle to relate Lure it out Help the memory escape Still this barrenness consumes me And I feel like giving up
So I wither And render myself helpless I give in And everything is clear I breakdown And let the story guide me
I wither And give myself away
Like reflections on the page The worlds what you create I drown in hesitation My words come crashing down And all my best creations Burning to the ground
The thought of starting over Leaves me paralysed Tear it out again Another one that got away
I wither And render myself helpless I give in And everything is clear
I wither And render myself helpless I give in And everything is clear I breakdown And let the story guide me I wither And give myself away
Like reflections on the page The worlds what you create The worlds what you create
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Sì, perchè ultimamente sono l’equivalente di un container abbandonato in qualche discarica di Chernobyl zeppo di materiale contaminante. Il mio sistema immunitario è definitivamente a puttane, poco da dire, oppure i virus e batteri intelligenti che bypassano le misure di sicurezza alla Splinter Cell o Mission Impossible li incontro tutti io. Ma l’avrò vinta io. Prima o poi. Fuck.
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