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Gemitaiz, tell the director to fuck off
I rhyme until every fucking deserter dies
Smoke diesel 24 hours
I drink until my heart stops like the hopes of someone with cancer
I hear that noise in slow motion in my head
People are annihilated, I turn off the power supply
You move in shit, you act like a modeler
Your place for traitors is like a model by the hour
You discover that only the senator allows love
Who acts as a generator from the heart to the veins
Puts dynamite in the emperor's car
I transmit pain to the heartless hierarchy
I blow up your plans, I sabotage
But the non-EU citizens and some workers
You see twenty strange guys who raise their hands and burn your sofas
To you and your foreman
People who have never felt warmth
Don't believe in the fairy tale of the medal of valor
You find them in the bank with balaclavas and machine guns
And one outside in the car warming up the engine
When it dies it goes up and down like an equalizer
I don't remember what victory tastes like anymore
I look for the spark, I push like a caterpillar
Until life shocks me like a defibrillator
I spit in God's face, he's a bookie
We are the swamp, he's the only alligator
Every man with power here is a great actor
I give the cues like Cantatore to every singer-songwriter.

Chorus:
I live for the truth and this is mine
I live on the border between insanity and madness
Live directly, from my room
Bro, what I recommend is to go away
Otherwise, you'll end up staying here!
After making immense sacrifices
I want to hear the plans, I have broken ties
Because we are singing militants like the Inti-Illimani
I have pins in my hands, it's useless to hide
I come with (?sugar and gypsies?) as big as titans
I smoke ounces while I think of those damn infamous
Who pretend to be people like the reptilians
I understood that the attempts were in vain
I dream of airplanes crashing over the Vatican
We are crazy but we were born sane
It's you who made us like this
Crazy proletarians without financial ties
How many do you think dream of interplanetary travel?
From Milan, Rome, Bari, we are all the same
You, read the newspapers and believe all the news
I believe in the voices of the neighborhood and dear friends
Of the poor people from Puglia, the blacks, and the Sicilians
Of all those who over the years have approached
To the concept where you are not used to
Meanwhile, the heat rises, to 84 degrees
You only realize you're finishing when you fall
We're capsized and every problem will be part of the plan
Call the lawyers to kick us out