La Fine Del Mondo

Wait, I'm not ready yet
Look, I still have the label, I don't know
Riding a bike or going a hundred miles an hour
Never run a marathon, overcome obstacles
I've never seen Maradona's Napoli
My licenses have been expired for a while
The poetic one to renew or get rid of
I knock down the horizontal hourglass to stop time
As long as you stop blowing to
Change the wind
And the advancing cold, the synthetic soul and
The aesthetics of anxiety
And if today I could change the world, I would do it tomorrow

Don't piss me off with this rush to decide, leave me
Don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to decide
You, you don't make me get out of bed
Don't piss me off with this rush to decide, leave me
Don't make me get out of bed
Get off me with this rush to decide
You, you don't make me get out of bed

I will never get up
From this messy and dirty bed
That pulls me down to the bottom
And it's deep as a well
And I repeat to myself, get up, at least move
These sheets are like quicksand
And I'm not even sleepy, but if I get up
I'll face the world again

And these are dark times
I know the game inside out
I'm weak and it changes the rules at its
Pleasure and he always wins
And he always wins
And damn I should give it my all again
Driving against traffic with lights off, I touch a hundred and twenty

But the world still ignores me
I don't see it anymore
There's no thread of wind, I don't even feel
The air on my face as I fall down
But I don't want to pretend nothing
If all I see around are only lifeless faces

I... I dream of a world that ends decently
That explodes
Not that slowly fades away
I dream of LEDs and spotlights at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a system with crazy bass
I dream of a crowd jumping in unison until they break the marbles
Until they crack the frescoes
I dream of the Last Judgment crumbling
And falling in confetti over a dancing crowd of vandals
I see them in slow motion
Billions of lives as I aim the meteorite
I'm pointing there

I dream of LEDs and spotlights at the Sistine Chapel
I dream of a system with crazy bass
I dream of a crowd jumping in unison until they break the marbles
Until they crack the frescoes
I dream of the Last Judgment crumbling and
Falling in confetti over a dancing crowd of vandals
I see them in slow motion
Billions of lives as I aim the meteorite
I'm pointing there

I dream of the Last Judgment crumbling and
Falling in confetti over a dancing crowd of vandals
I see them in slow motion
Billions of lives as I aim the meteorite
I'm pointing there