Giro Di Notte
Gemitaiz
Night Ride
Night ride with broken shoes, thoughts dancing around,
I hear the notes, a hand striking them, the streets speak.
They say go back, don't show up until daylight,
but I don't leave, dream of me like a unicorn.
I smoke the fog then only let the ink out like a cuttlefish,
the monster inside me comes out, my temple explodes.
I think in the present the stars have been swapped with streetlights,
they took the losers and mixed them with the champions.
Now I let the pain chase me, I didn't sow it
it seems like it snowed on my heart.
I pack my bags, say goodbye to the jerks,
take twelve binges just to suppress the maybes and feel that
I lose touch with all the beauty around,
she gives me her heart, I have a knife, outside I carry the umbrella.
I hope it rains without any proof,
I hope the rain can wash away the crap and create a new person,
but I know it's not possible, only pain changes you inside,
I call my guardian angel but it seems like he turned it off.
Satisfaction doesn't come, it's a big lament,
shit time 1-0 for you, ball in the center.
I have giant worries, heavy thoughts
as soon as I touch her I hurt her, I have to wear gloves.
Maybe it's time to admit that the problem is only mine,
probably the problem is me.
I cut off contacts like they were spaghetti, fight with dragons,
they say now you pay me, my feet stepping on needles.
With tears I have eyes that look like lakes,
I look for the magic day but they don't exist here and there are no magicians.
I write sad songs dreaming of having powers like on Misfits,
but they fight to keep me enslaved like the submissives.
I seek peace among synthesizers and choirs
rather than spending another day out there.
I raise the headphones until they distort and walk alone,
I count the drops on the jacket leaving marks like smallpox.
They try to convince me, whispering that (what?) I can trust them,
I don't even hold their hand, in fact if I have the chance I devour them.
If I say I don't feel anger, I lie,
I say I'm fine but it's just a cover-up.
Satisfaction doesn't come, it's a big lament,
it's useless to feel free having a cage inside.