Ordine senza pensieri

Sono come un tordo nell’esibizione crudele dei cacciatori.
Il mondo percepito come un tritacarne umano. Io, Icaro in caduta.

Molti post mentali che rimarranno solo nella mia mente.
Quando faccio ordine spariscono i pensieri, le parole si assottigliano e rimangono solo sensazioni e impressioni casuali.
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“in a violent place we can call our country
is a mixed up man
and i guess thats me.
the sun’s in the sky
but the storm never seems to end.its a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
and the darkest thoughts
yeah, i guess they’re my own
there’s wealth in the bank
but there’s nothing to show inside.

its cloudy now / its getting cloudy now

in a special place
that i call my life
the father was cruel and he lost his wife
but i don’t see either
cause i live across the street

its a beautiful thing
when it starts to rain
a man who drinks just to drown the pain
and i can’t stop from dreaming
there’s something else.

its cloudy now / its getting cloudy now..

we are a f*cked up generation
it’s cloudy now
we gotta get out of here
it’s cloudy now
a f*cked up generation
it’s cloudy now …
Cloudy Now, Blackfield