Why do you hide your fantasy
Like a garden no-one is allowed to see
Your secret world means much to me
Your untold dreams I love to see

But you increase your prestige
When you put your self-portrait
On a dry gin label
While the snow at your feet
Turns green from the heat
A dancing dog on top of a rock
Talks to you

Why do you guard your privacy
Like the pages of a young girl's diary
All I can see is a closed jalousie
When you arrange the pieces of reality

You sit on a sofa
Watch the world on TV
Count the fingerprints on your emotion
But your consciousness can be wide like an ocean

Why do you reduce
The size of your smile
When someone touches your mind
For a while
Il tuo voto:
Clap your hands
Because you're gonna die

Every victim is searching for his hangman
Every hunter is stalking his prey
Victim find a victim and hang the hangman
Better to die as a free man than to live as a slave
Clap your hands
Because you're gonna die

The white beast is in the villages
Dealing only in death
With his soul left behind him
He is
The raper of women
Mutilator of children
Murderer of men

''Unite and fight''
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