Aura
How do you feel? Boat
How old are you? Dog
If this is real
I refuse to believe it
Purr the cat woman
Pollution in her bowl
Resentment and bottles
Coffee cup, cat, sun
Where is your god now?
Away from here
Creating sinners
Too busy suffering to death
Set himself hanging from a cross
Away from here
He doesn’t love us
Just like a parent does
I would have never let this happen
To you, my son
Dark empty room
Down on my knees
Your hand on my shoulder
Puke light to the ceiling
Glide on the woods
Chop trees throwing lightnings
Adopt match-headed kids
Coffee cup, cat, sun
Where is your god now?
Away from here
Manipulators
Try to persuade us
We must be suffering to death
Driven by fear
Mass fancy vision
Either I don’t know what love is
Or he does not love us at all
Away from here
Fabio Scagliola,