L'amico Suicida

Around your body
There's a deathly aura
I look at your gaunt face
You smile, you're strong
Your waxy face and slow impulses
Your dark lips make my teeth grind
You wait calmly
For your solution
Your bittersweet death
Gives a strange sensation
A strange sensation
A strange sensation
A strange

You asked me
Not to cry
It was the last favor
Even this is denied to you, dear unlucky friend
And the world
Condemns you
And talks about you
Disgusted
This filthy idiotic world
The same one that created you
This filthy idiotic world
The same one that created you
But not me
But not me
But not me, I understand you, I don't blame your gesture
I know your story, I know your sad poetry
With the taste of death, your hand in mine

And after my death
Life returns to me
And now I feel the strongest
I have no more queens but a king