Waves spit on my memories
and flies lick remains like
Walk in silence,
Don't walk away, in silence.
See the
Stati spasmodici su cavie ipersensibili
persistono per dare via libera
Even those last illusions
are falling like exhausted bricks
The
Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte
non
Il letto di morte si chinava verso di lui,
beffardo
Where I come from nobody knows
And where I am
I've got you
There's nobody here
And I've lost myself...
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