I don't know what happens to me.
My memory is an enormous mess.
Where have I been, what have I done, I'm tired like hell.
Oh Jesus Christ, what's on the floor, what is this smell?
My house is black, it's strange – I like sunlight.
I'm starting to guess, I fear this guessing is right.
Some shadows disguise the scene inside my alien room.
I try to get up, stand up, move up – my future is doom.
I am sick, I need to get outside.
Ten seconds more will damage my mind.
How I'm glad to come into the street – fresh air heals.
Why does everyone point out at me, like I have just killed?
Freeze! Weapon down! Put your hands up!
You have the right to remain silent!
I do not believe you are talking to me
There is some mistake, some misfortune.
I said: Freeze! Weapon down! Put your hands up!
You have earned the right to be killed now!
Healing bullet flies right through my heart
There is some mistake, some misfortune.
I was always with you,
You refused to believe.
My domination grew.
So do you feel yet relieved?
I was always you.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI