Texty:
Stiliti Perché

Sta finendo con te, e mi ritrovo inchiodato a chiedere perche?.. Refrain: Perche, non provo piu attrazione Perche, non vuoi piu star con me Perche, sei solo una visione Perche

I'm not a man on a mission But a rising anger forces me to stand And count my voice defiant I'm not opposed to the process But the facts before us demonstrate

see a king and not a gravestone I still see you there in a red room The walls didn't hide the roars And still I still and still I still And I

Stop Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking Madness Cost of America's 21 B2 bombers, 42 Billion Stop Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking Madness 210 dog years, still alive, still

I climbed up a tree to see if I could get to you I climbed up a tree I crashed to the ground I climbed up a tree to see if I could get to you I climbed

I had a fistful of nothing, then the penny dropped One for my troubles, from the very top What I wouldn't give Wise men in bubbles, my to make it pop

I could be wrong here I could be the Son of God I could be right Selling you a little life Why you and not me? But you wouldn't see me You wouldn't hear

I wear my skin like it's not a problem Or is it a problem for you? My past writes the page I walk on Today writes the past for I wage my war in the name

Take a walk on the why side A fast ride, through anarchistic eyes Take a look at the real world The wheels turn, on sugar coated lies Reality is a fist