Hold on*
It passes through me
I know the race is on
One's pearl
One's sunday morning
One feeling in my heart
Defend your own reflections
The strife that fingers on
Just come and get it
As I seduce the crowd
And everywhere I turn
The crowd is getting wilder
Shut your eyes I'll
Stay behind while you
Let your body fall back to the ground
You're defenseless
Trust your senses
As you're planting the seed for your own destiny
Depend
On others' knowledge
Tonight that's all that counts
More lands
To be discovered
We draw the shortest straw
A lethal combination
Inside an empty sphere
There are no contenders
Come closer, raise your hands
And everywhere I turn
The crowd is getting wilder

INVIA LE CORREZIONI