Te Lo Digo a Ti

I'm telling you
I'm not your quarantined ship
I'm no longer your dry blow
Nor the fallow of your voice

I'm telling you
Make yourself the contractor of this hysteria
Dead weight, attack plan
I was never your stowaway

I'm telling you

I'm telling you
You turn this farce into your comedy
And you grow strong in the comic strip
Where I don't want to enter

I'm telling you
Faithful monarch of the countertop
Dead weight, pure fiction
Scam from the cheap stuff

I'm telling you

I'm telling you
Accomplice of the hollow in the fridge
Lit up with the table set
Well-fed exhausting

I'm telling you

You don't listen, you never listen
Everything I say turns into a boomerang
And you've won, go out and celebrate
But if you see me face to face, look elsewhere