There's something inside me that run trough my veins
it's not my sweet blood but it's a juice of my brain
it gives a light to my eyes that shows I 'm not came here in vain
something around me it's blighting my skin
it smothers my throat my and it's drying my lips
it's the air I breathe and there's no way to heal the atmosphere
and I was supposed to be an average man but then something happened and changed my trend
looking around I don't see any friend and who knows where I am going to
cos I would like to play a perfect game with bright thoughts and bright shoes
but then there something deep in me that keeps me up all night
the beat of a blues is keeping time of my days and my heart is quite close to collapse
de chirico's paintings they show emptiness but they don't hide the true sense of art
the day we'll be called to take leave well I have to show off my best smile
something inside me is ready to explode it's ready to stain all the life that I gained
it's a spice quite mild but able to devour my behave
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