7/8

I follow the game of my instinct
I revive the fire that is extinct
I understand the fear of the different
I bathe in its red river of red wine

You see the rabbit in the hat
They talk and talk as if they knew
They want the golden step on the ladder
But they're not even up there and they're already dizzy

They're kicking, crying to be the center
And it's just one of many ways not to look inside

I hear shouts of lightning
A slow and diaphanous sound
Keeps my eyelids open
And they split my shell in half

Hey!
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Do they want to find pleasure or not?

With the cunning to extend the days
I eternalized the hours of a short life
I don't believe in the law of this tyranny
No one is more imprisoned than the king, did you know?

Do you really buy that as rebellion?
If in that packaging there is only cowardice
Food for those fledglings
Together the Al Capone gang and they chirp
They think they reach heaven by spitting up
And they will end up on the ground eating the shit they throw

I hear shouts of lightning
A slow and diaphanous sound
Keeps my eyelids open
And they split my shell in half

Wow
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do they want to find pleasure or not?
Hey
Do they want to find pleasure or not?