Tekster:
Edipo

I baristi stagionali sbaglian dose del Campari e oltre che a sbagliar la dose poi ti fotton le morose. Perche farsi la stagione,spesso e solo l'occasione

Watch those idiosyncrasies Watch all the idiots fall on me Running out of ways to get outta the way Take another shot just to stay the same But I need

Yeah! Pathetic, benign Accept it, undermine Your opinion, my justification Happy, safe Servant, caged Malice, utter weakness No toleration Invade, committed

Curse myself down, decree of perfection. A slave to mirror ugly stares. Awaste of scars rather to torment. Evil equals needle, so I shut my eyes again

Blind soul lost in Chicago She fell asleep under a bridge Drowning out the sound of her sorrow She's finding it hard to exist She keeps running into

Give me the dust of my father Stand on the face of the ancients Bare all the secret flesh of time itself Follow me I've come so far, I?m behind again

1-2-3 Drop it Bones in the water and dust in my lungs Absorbing archaic like a sponge The ultimate way is the way you control But can you stay if you

[Incomprehensible] We too feel alone, we too feel alone We too feel alone, we've too feel alone We too feel alone, we too feel alone That place in my

I'm the king's thirty-second son Born to him a thirty-second time Born to him with my hair still on Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all