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    October 22

    Solo... Strappare...

    Quando fa male
    Così male...
    Così male che vorresti solo...
    Solo strapparlo dal tuo petto.
    Quella lama pungente che ti...
    Ti perfora fino alle viscere...
    Quel dolore...
    Così intenso da toglierti il fiato.
    Boccheggiando e annaspando come un pesce fuori d'acqua...
    Ed' allora che perdi...
    Perdi il senso della tua vita e la concezione del mondo,tutto ciò che ti circonda lo odi con te stesso,per te respiri solo veleno...
    Ed'è allora che muori...
    Muodi dentro...
    Spegnendo l'anima in eterno...
    October 07

    Roses -POTF

    I've walked the distance,
    I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real,
    held no appeal
    I've been to places, I've seen the tidings,
    I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
    And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
    And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn

    So when I'm crying alone
    Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

    Grow me a garden of roses
    Paint me the colors of sky and rain
    Teach me to speak with their voices
    Show me the way and I'll try again

    I've heard the rumors, started fires,
    I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need,
    behold the demons that I freed
    I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat,
    but healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the seed
    And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I'd forlorn
    For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn

    So when I'm crying alone
    Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

    Grow me a garden of roses
    Paint me the colors of sky and rain
    Teach me to speak with their voices
    Show me the way and I'll try again

    Without you I'm nothing at all
    And life has the face of a morbid game
    With you nothing seems impossible
    It all seems to fit the frame

    So when I'm crying alone
    Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

    Grow me a garden of roses
    Paint me the colors of sky and rain
    Teach me to speak with their voices
    Show me the way and I'll try again