Musa

Even the purest soul has disgusting secrets locked away
A dark side, a world of doubts, a restless wild animal
Some prefer to deny it, others believe they control it
But it's like a drug, it silently tightens the noose, silences you and suffocates you
Those voices have returned to my mind, thinking this shit is a damn game
They want to kill me but they're not sane
Fighting in a duel
A tweet with a placebo effect
Being a good person in front of people
But you know what's scary? That no one dares to correct you when you lie to yourself
There's something worse than prohibitions, and it's fucking self-measurement
In public, you fake your emotions, in private, it turns you on
Many choose to hide it, disguise it as fantasies
It's easier to look in the mirror and see with hypocritical glasses
They don't turn their backs on you
To your face, always Thank you, You're welcome and
They stab you in the back when they're sure, Sure, that no one sees them
And those moments, when you have the instinct of a damn animal
It's not that you don't want to do it, You don't do it because it's illegal!
The devil invites you to sin, and the little angel tells you to be good
You know you want to try, but what will they say later
Getting high on Jäger, to have an excuse
Saying lovingly and softly
And what turns me on is being called a slut

Even if we want to pretend, society is just a mask
I give you a choice, any city on the planet, no matter the date
Remove the laws, see what happens and if you want, challenge Jesus Christ
Humans have always needed a higher being to protect themselves from themselves

What's more real? You, me, who feels, or you, me, who thinks?
A faithful believer or people of science?
Believing in luck or in legends?
The one who lies to protect you, or the one who hurts you and makes you stronger?
The only reality is that at some point we all pray out of fear of death
You think you own your actions but you didn't read the contract properly
Even if you think you're alone in your mind, you might be sharing a room
They tell you: Don't touch and you touch
Be careful, it burns and you embrace it
It's not good for you and you fall in love
Drink and back to the hangover

Tell me, why is the forbidden always more attractive and tastes better?
Tell me, why don't we appreciate the good until pain invades us?
Tell me, why do we always blame everything around us
When we all have demons waiting impatiently inside us?

The devil invites you to sin, and the little angel tells you to be good
You know you want to try, but what will they say later
Getting high on Jäger, to have an excuse
Saying lovingly and softly
And what you really like is to be spat on

Sometimes I feel like I have several minds inside me
Always arguing Yes, No; and which one writes in the notebook
One brush, two painters. One paper, two authors
One problem, two solutions
Who is who?
They don't hear you

I'm going crazy, maybe I already was
I'm a poor wolf ignoring its call
Feeling lonely, leaving the pack
I can't see my eyes anymore, reflections of the soul

Maybe I got lost on the way
Maybe I got lost
I blamed destiny
And destiny laughed at me

The devil invites me to sin, and the little angel tells you to be good
Maybe I shouldn't change, but look through new eyes
Getting blind on Jäger, crossing that blurry line
Stop hiding behind makeup and not needing more excuses

The devil invites you to sin, and the little angel tells you to be good
You know you want to try, but what will they say later
Blaming everyone for everything
Always having an excuse
I thought you were my demon and in reality, you were my muse