riguardo un regno caduto
where kingdom stood, now dust bowl heat,
shadows still crawl on dust, bone, and stone.
ruin of towers that once gave commands,
etched by a long-forgotten hand’s
slow crumbling art, where silence thrives.
cast on this wreck, i’m not afraid to grieve,
i’m not afraid to leave.
riguardo luca diocane gritti
friendship undone, a dust bowl of heat,
shadows still crawl where trust met defeat.
words built like towers, now hollow commands,
etched by a once-trusted hand’s
contemptuous art, where poison thrives.
cast on this wreck, i’m not afraid to grieve,
i’m not afraid to leave.
riguardo il conclave
chamber born, of dust and hushed heat,
shadows will crawl where old powers meet.
stone structure towers, dictates commands,
etched by a long-forgotten hand’s
solemn decree, that ritual survives.
cast in this weight, i’m not afraid to breathe,
i’m not afraid to leave.
testo rubato
(sezione chill)
the baby was born, nettles and ferns
the evening it chokes, the candle it burns
this disguise covers bitter lies
repeating the joke, the meaning it dies
pass me a coat, i’m not afraid to leave
(sezione skramz)
i’m alive! and i can see!
the water is foul and it’s hard to breathe
there’s lead in the water, there’s lead in the water
there’s lead in the water and you think that i’m fine
i’m stained by the water and only the water
i’m drained by the water, are you losing your mind?
dead in the water, dead in the water