Cantico Dei Drogati

I fired God, threw away a love
To build the emptiness in my soul and heart
The words I speak have no form or accent
The sounds turn into a deaf lament
While among other naked ones, I crawl towards a fire
That illuminates the ghosts of this obscene game
How can I
Tell my mother that I'm scared?

Who will talk to me about bright tomorrows
Where the mute will sing and the boring will be silent
When will I listen again to the wind among the leaves
Whispering the silences that the evening gathers
I, who only see glass goblins
Spying on me in front, laughing behind me
How can I
Tell my mother that I'm scared?

Why didn't they make big trash cans
For the days already used for these and other evenings?
And who, who will ever be the bouncer of the sun
Who pushes it every day onto the stage at dawn?
And above all, who and why put me in this world
Where I live my death with a tremendous advance?
How can I
Tell my mother that I'm scared?

When the rent of this idiotic body expires
Then I'll have my prize like a good grade
They will quote me as a warning to those who think it's nice
To play ball with their own brain
Trying to throw it beyond the established boundary
That someone has drawn at the edges of infinity
How can I
Tell my mother that I'm scared?

You who listen to me, teach me an alphabet
Different from the one of my cowardice.