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MY TOMB

(words: Elvezio Sciallis/Pietro Bucari; music: Nacom)

I’m locked inside this tomb

Sludgin’ ‘round, six feet by four

An iron door and thick black walls

A little window far from my grip

I sleep on straws, on me water drips

In this cell that I call my tomb

Don’t know why I’m (locked) here

No place or time, only fear

My body seems to change

No more links to human race

My past leaves no traces

My jailors show no faces

Unable to die, forced to live

Banned from all but from this tomb

Why me?

My tomb, a nightmare womb

Don’t know the crime I’m payin’ for

Isolation

Mad frustration my daily war

I must understand

I’m locked inside this tomb

Sludgin’ ‘round, six feet by four

Tryin’ to recall my past life

Watchin’ the moons that rise

Can’t seem to speak in tongue

I only get an everlasting pang

Why me?

My tomb, a nightmare womb

Don’t know the crime I’m payin’ for

Isolation

Mad frustration my daily war

I must understand

Gathering dust and soil

Moldin’ (it into) humanoids

Feelin’ some relief

Feelin’ free for the first time

That night I slept with a smile

But they discovered and destroyed it all

They found my treasure, my pleasure, my fault

Great Council

Was there to judge me

Grey shapes

I was brought in front of

They talked and

Pointed at me

Then kicked ‘n punched

‘till I fainted

I’m now buried in a new tomb

Sleepin’ on the naked floor

There’s only a door with rusty stains

In which I dream my freedom reigns

They make me work but they don’t know

Freedom lies in my rusty fantasies

Freedom

My tomb, a nightmare womb

Don’t know the crime I’m payin’ for

Isolation

Mad frustration my daily war

I must understand

Can’t regain any consciousness

There must be somethin’ more

I don’t need to fight their laws

Got my rusty freedom

I’m locked inside this tomb

Sludgin’ ‘round, three feet by four