So close to death today
and the chimneys of the factories are polluting the air
Like the immature words are polluting your soul
You're laughing like an idiot
As you remember some politician, or a journalist, or a teacher, it doesn't matter
talking about freedom of choice
My love, we won't go to L.A this year
and blame me for that
The system it's fucked up and not working
and blame me for that
The government wont tolerate because it's based on rules and laws
Blame me for that
So close to death today
I was able to reach only madness
The sharp knife for the bread would do
but I only punched the table
Once, twice and so on.
Until my hand started to hurt
Until my fingers got numb
But the sharp knife would do
Instead I'm falling asleep
Without feeling sleepy
Today you said “Let's go” and I said wait
but you didn't hear
and so you took your bag and stood up
But I tried to sleep and I woke up to go for a walk in the alley
Silence in the dark alley
The cars reminds you that you are in a city but it doesn't matter, it's quiet
The old building with the ugly graffiti seems wise enough
I remembered that I want a cigarette but I don't have
I'm asking from someone and it goes down in two minutes
Closer to death!
I want another one but there's no one around to ask
My love, we wont go to L.A
I don't know why
Maybe because the times have changed
The laws are different
Or maybe because it's not mend
Blame me
The old building with the ugly graffiti it's still showing me something
It's ready to fall, like I am
They should put a C4 under it and it's done for sure
My legs are shaking as I think of it
The freedom of choice
Choose my love, choose
You are free to choose
I will leave you to choose
Because of the freedom of choice
and I was closer to death today
As close as a butterfly to a spider's web
but saved in the last minute
I was closer to death today.
and the chimneys of the factories are polluting the air
Like the immature words are polluting your soul
You're laughing like an idiot
As you remember some politician, or a journalist, or a teacher, it doesn't matter
talking about freedom of choice
My love, we won't go to L.A this year
and blame me for that
The system it's fucked up and not working
and blame me for that
The government wont tolerate because it's based on rules and laws
Blame me for that
So close to death today
I was able to reach only madness
The sharp knife for the bread would do
but I only punched the table
Once, twice and so on.
Until my hand started to hurt
Until my fingers got numb
But the sharp knife would do
Instead I'm falling asleep
Without feeling sleepy
Today you said “Let's go” and I said wait
but you didn't hear
and so you took your bag and stood up
But I tried to sleep and I woke up to go for a walk in the alley
Silence in the dark alley
The cars reminds you that you are in a city but it doesn't matter, it's quiet
The old building with the ugly graffiti seems wise enough
I remembered that I want a cigarette but I don't have
I'm asking from someone and it goes down in two minutes
Closer to death!
I want another one but there's no one around to ask
My love, we wont go to L.A
I don't know why
Maybe because the times have changed
The laws are different
Or maybe because it's not mend
Blame me
The old building with the ugly graffiti it's still showing me something
It's ready to fall, like I am
They should put a C4 under it and it's done for sure
My legs are shaking as I think of it
The freedom of choice
Choose my love, choose
You are free to choose
I will leave you to choose
Because of the freedom of choice
and I was closer to death today
As close as a butterfly to a spider's web
but saved in the last minute
I was closer to death today.
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