Insect

what I am:
"Non serve mai rincorrere
Quanto di perfetto non abbiamo raggiunto,
Non serve mai distinguere
Alla fine in fondo chi ha sentenze ci guiderà.

So I'm here, wasn't it your need?
I'm so sorry, you should appreciate
Tell me now,
Why we humans hurt so much
The things we love?

Needles in my eyes grow…

Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this Day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room.
Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room.

Non serve mai rincorrere
Quanto di perfetto non abbiamo raggiunto,
Non serve mai distinguere
Alla fine in fondo chi ha sentenze ci guiderà.

So I failed, that's not something new…
I'm so sorry, of all this insect hate
Tell me now,
Why we spiders fall in love
With the ones we feed of?

Needles in my eyes grow!

Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room.
Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room."

what I fear:
"No!
This not about you, or her
Or some sort of 'us',
That never existed!"

what I hate:
"So tell them!"

what I fear:
"They speak about it
As the resurrection of
Our Lord Jesus Christ
May have something
To do about it!
This is all about me and what happened that Friday…"

what I fear:
"Are you kidding me?!"

what I hate:
"We're talking about
Human beings
And there is no time
For sick jokes!"

what I am:
"Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room.
Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten
Listen to the sound of loss live this room."