Texty: Negazione. 100%. Get Away.

I look around for everyone who can hear me,
I make a sound.
I look around an' what do I see?
Nothing, nothing but the ground
so, I get away.
I get away from everything
is not concernin' with myself,
my life is made of thousand pieces
and it's so hard to set'em up
...I get away.
I can hardly hear your voices,
I gotta get closer to you
if I try to look thru' your bodies
I (just) can't see beyond
seven years I've been searchin for something
that could have made me strong,
now I feel tired but I'm still searchin for
what is left of my own.
I look around, I'm on my own,
a part of me is almost gone
and I walk, I walk, I look around,
a cloudy sky is on my head
so, I get away.
I get away from all of you,
don't wanna see, don't wanna know.
My life is made of thousand pieces
and it's so hard to set'em up
...I get away.