Turtle Ritual
They say you need no money to get demonic
I'd rather lay on top than praise on my knees
When people call me up I just get sardonic
They say it's not fair to someone who's been working all life long
Viva la vida, unless it is not yours
They say I should shave my hair, put on some pants and cut my tongue
I'm not fucked up, I just need more sorrow
To get up on my feet, eat sleep rave puke have a shit while you repeat
(All life is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
Oh, in my dressing room
There is a closet full of skeletons that fit every role
Look all the stars that shine so bright on our cameras
They say it took some god to put them in line
Where I live it's so foggy I can barely see them
But that ain't not real fog, it's just CO2-two-two-two
Two is megl che one girl for me
Some people claim they miss the good ol' mid seasons
Somehow we'll get straight up to
The point that there's no point
But just the circle of the circles, baby
(All life is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
Oh, in my living room
There is a bowl full of white sharks that keep complainin' 'bout food
Still you ain't one of those
(Oh, all is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
But I'll keep thinking
That one day we'll find out love is what holds up things
That's why everything fucks me, yes I'm sure
I'd rather lay on top than praise on my knees
When people call me up I just get sardonic
They say it's not fair to someone who's been working all life long
Viva la vida, unless it is not yours
They say I should shave my hair, put on some pants and cut my tongue
I'm not fucked up, I just need more sorrow
To get up on my feet, eat sleep rave puke have a shit while you repeat
(All life is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
Oh, in my dressing room
There is a closet full of skeletons that fit every role
Look all the stars that shine so bright on our cameras
They say it took some god to put them in line
Where I live it's so foggy I can barely see them
But that ain't not real fog, it's just CO2-two-two-two
Two is megl che one girl for me
Some people claim they miss the good ol' mid seasons
Somehow we'll get straight up to
The point that there's no point
But just the circle of the circles, baby
(All life is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
Oh, in my living room
There is a bowl full of white sharks that keep complainin' 'bout food
Still you ain't one of those
(Oh, all is a lie so far)
(Bitter to me means sour to you, yeah you, yeah you)
But I'll keep thinking
That one day we'll find out love is what holds up things
That's why everything fucks me, yes I'm sure
Credits
Writer(s): Nicola Cirulli, Ermindo Junior Civitarese, Loris Ortolano
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