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Foolish rage

for what I am and for what you make

cold breeze in a summer afternoon

served chicken shit in a precius spoon.

And listen...

Have you never reached the top,

getting power from your mind ?

Have you duel with the death,

no way caring of her design ?

Blind to see , costantly ,

that everything was fantasy

I woke up in the morning

it was all gone , as you see !

All I have .. to do .. It's near .. now It's ..CLEAR !!

Come on!

tell me what's true

your fuckin' news

Come on!

show me the way

wake up my fear

Tell me!

tell me the truth

pray the Lord

that's still CLEAR !!

Foolish rage

for this old aim that you gave

to face again reality

trying building up a new mentality

But listen ..

What's the sense of building up

a castle with some playing cards ?

Others time it's been so clear

but no price my work awards

tired to see , constantly

that everything is my fantasy

I will wake up in the morning,

leave me alone , let me see !

I struggled within to loose and to win

 the sign of this war is my tumefied skin

I open my mind to all possible lines

 no way the revenge will get its own time