Io quei giorni in cui subisco l’influenza del mondo esterno non li sopporto…odio ciò che interferisce col mio essere una persona cinica, egocentrica ed a volte pure un po’ stronza (ce li avrò dei pregi?!) e mi fa sentire piccola, fragile, vulnerabile e indifesa. Giorni così…giorni da canzoni come questa, bella bella bella e bella ancora!
They slit our throats like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think You’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wish I could sleep but I can’t lay on my back
Because there’s a knife for everyday that I’ve known you
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think you’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands
Speed Of Pain (Marilyn Manson)
They slit our throats like we were flowers
And our milk has been devoured
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think You’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wish I could sleep but I can’t lay on my back
Because there’s a knife for everyday that I’ve known you
When you want it, it goes away too fast
Times you hate it, it always seems to last
Just remember when you think you’re free
The crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
I wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair always
Lie to me, cry to me, give to me
I would
Lie with me, die with me, give to me
I would
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands for always
I hope that we die holding hands
Elucubrazioni 