LA FINE

I wake up and a year has passed
And I'm still tired
With the suitcase under my arm
I don't even know where I'm going
And I wander as if I were crazy
I still carry my handcuffs
I've traveled the world, I've seen people
No, it's not how I imagined it
I've crushed my head in the mud
I've eaten poorly to stay alive
I've heard people call me a bastard
And I still run looking for the way out
But the only way is to detach from the herd
Dig until you feel your fingers
If everyone is loving you now
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end

Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot

You ask me how it feels?
To have the world in your hands
As if it really mattered
As if we were special
And instead we have nothing left
A handful of flies in our hands
Not even all the gold in the world
Can buy what I leave behind
They treated me like a saint, then judged me
Looked at me as if I were prejudged
When they find the body of my crime
They will realize too late that they were wrong
But I won't stop, I'll keep going
I want to live running on a wire
The day I no longer have a reason
I'll know it's not the beginning, it's the end

Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot

I was just looking for an excuse to say this
To stop going where the wind blows
Find light before everything is extinguished
And if no one will love me, it will be the same
I was just looking for an excuse to say this
To stop going where the wind blows
Find light before everything is extinguished
And if no one will love me, it will be the same

Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Or to rot