Sentir

Clock hands that carry time, and it happens again.
Global epidemic, capitalism: gotta sell.
I don’t want to be with you until I forget.
From today, this emptiness will die.

Chorus:
Feel that the good is what makes you breathe.
Feel what I want, to be truly free.
Shaved from the soul, there’s nothing left to hide.
Magazines tell you that fashion is not eating.
I don’t want to live in idealisms.
From today, I’m climbing out of this abyss.

Chorus:
Feel that the good is what makes you breathe.
Feel what I want, to be truly free.
Feel that the good is what makes you breathe.
Feel what I want, to be truly free.
Feel what’s good.
Feel what I want.
Feel that I breathe.
Feel that I’m free.
Feel…