ألبوم:
Il Suicidio dei Samurai
كلمات أصلية
الأيطالية
الترجمة
الإنكليزية
Phantastica
Phantastic
I tell fairy tales about you that you listen to so preciously
You are a sick flower, you, that one looks at with crimson eyes
Correct me if all this is weak
What you do doesn't create attention anymore
It doesn't create interest
This is not real
I compare the ideas and I turn on the stars
There is a Christ that bleeds and that looks at us with rage
It's like you know, for me it's your fault
What you do doesn't create attention anymore
It doesn't create interest
Aggression won't have me
It confuses the ideas and slices up people
There is a god that bleeds, that bleeds
And I think that i'm abnormal therefore I don't know
Do you see me? Are you afraid? Do you think I will use you?
uuuuuuuuuuh
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