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THE CITY IS QUITE INSANE
(Entr'acte,
The city,
The paradise of lawyers,
Siren song)


Too many words, too many gestures
Wonderful town full of surprises
Ocean of cries, deafening shouts
Not the better place to survive
Monkeys in a gilded/rubbish cage
So proud of this misery

Cunning tricks, angry looks
Wherever you go
On the stage singing the revolution
They can't make

Too many words, too many gestures
This is the heaven of civic virtues
Here no one cares for truth
Hard to find an hell like this
Monkeys in a gilded/rubbish cage
So proud of this misery

Cunning tricks, angry looks
Wherever you go
On the stage singing the revolution
They can't make

The paradise of lawyers
If we only had the strenght
Not to listen to the sirens
Violence behind every corner
No sense of sociality
Behind the mask of humanity

Candles both ends burning
Spreading a scent of putrefaction

Take a look at their streets
See how do they treat their children
A long time dead conscience
Self respect here is a word without any meaning
Have you ever seen their faces in the night?
No one is innocent in this country
Welcome to the paradise of lawyers
The cradle of right
Lawyers in the cradle of right…

Siren song (instrumental)

THE CITY IS QUITE INSANE
(Entr'acte,
The city,
The paradise of lawyers,
Siren song)


Too many words, too many gestures
Wonderful town full of surprises
Ocean of cries, deafening shouts
Not the better place to survive
Monkeys in a gilded/rubbish cage
So proud of this misery

Cunning tricks, angry looks
Wherever you go
On the stage singing the revolution
They can't make

Too many words, too many gestures
This is the heaven of civic virtues
Here no one cares for truth
Hard to find an hell like this
Monkeys in a gilded/rubbish cage
So proud of this misery

Cunning tricks, angry looks
Wherever you go
On the stage singing the revolution
They can't make

The paradise of lawyers
If we only had the strenght
Not to listen to the sirens
Violence behind every corner
No sense of sociality
Behind the mask of humanity

Candles both ends burning
Spreading a scent of putrefaction

Take a look at their streets
See how do they treat their children
A long time dead conscience
Self respect here is a word without any meaning
Have you ever seen their faces in the night?
No one is innocent in this country
Welcome to the paradise of lawyers
The cradle of right
Lawyers in the cradle of right…

Siren song (instrumental)

GRAVEYARD PEOPLE

Do they know they are dead?
Unreal peace, words than never ring true
Do they know they are dead?
Graveyard people

Sometimes quiet beasts
With no glimpse of intelligence in their eyes
Eager for sex and power
Perfect italians
'cause they are so proud

Have they ever had a dream?
A hope, something to believe in
Mere tradesman who waste their time
Women will confess your sins
And there is no rule
In this poor world

Be careful not to use…….some strange word

Be ordinary, grey, insignificant just like them
Not a sound here, not a hope here
but to leave this place one day
One I was charmed by this unreal peace
Once I was blinded by the white of their tombs

Now I only hopes that I'll be so strong to not become like them
Don't become like them
Everywhere you can read resignation
In a world where each one seems to run in still time
Worms full of life on the body of this dead town
Here I expiate my fears
In this place I am the cenobite.
(to the inahibitants of the place where I lived and where I live).

IN THE SHADE I WILL WAIT

I'll thank you for sweet pain
you gave to me in these hard days
I'll thank you for bringing your light
In my life full od darkness
I"ll thank you, even if there's something
That hurts me when I 'm looking you
Nothing is left but this hope:
please, come into my life

My defences all fell down
You seem all to matter
In the shade I will wait

And no more my hiding
Behind word,
wrong words
and let now the silence
speak for us
sweet silence

It seemed to be easy
Things like these happen every day
But I decided to wear
The shroud of regrets

My defences all fell down
You seem all to matter
In the shade I will wait

And no more my hiding
Behind word,
wrong words
and let now the silence
speak for us
sweet silence