KILLER SHOW
Breaking news: a strange man was caught downtown last night. He was mumbling words with no sense and a body was on his side. Check it
Sometimes I wish I could be by myself
but the voices never leave me alone
so, I walk till the end of night
and sink in this lonely dark
I want to stay in a safe place
far, far away from these crazy faces
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
Roll the dices
and I´ll pick you up there
small, sweet, private ax
let me give you your truly part
your skin is so kind, so terrified pure
I want to feel and smell your perfume
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
I want to leave this place
I´m not recognizing this stage
I´m not myself anymore
I just feel pride and want more
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
Talking to these voices
I know what to do
and i bet it´s not good for you
fighting against dragons, using swords
I need to leave this world
a simple and lost soul
voices say:
I can´t
anyway
Sometimes I wish I could be by myself
but the voices never leave me alone
so, I walk till the end of night
and sink in this lonely dark
I want to stay in a safe place
far, far away from these crazy faces
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
Roll the dices
and I´ll pick you up there
small, sweet, private ax
let me give you your truly part
your skin is so kind, so terrified pure
I want to feel and smell your perfume
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
I want to leave this place
I´m not recognizing this stage
I´m not myself anymore
I just feel pride and want more
but I can´t, I can´t, I can´t
Talking to these voices
I know what to do
and i bet it´s not good for you
fighting against dragons, using swords
I need to leave this world
a simple and lost soul
voices say:
I can´t
anyway
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