A Minor Space (feat. Carlo Barbagallo)

Sure my nation's such a drink
Basically so are you
Give it a fireplace and a shrink
Who's trapped inside a song
And treats your basic instincts like pain

In the taste of overflow
Drugs far rhyme with health
Drugs far go with "I'm alone and I get over it"
One more twist will do
A more resistant Satan, bye

Feel the dope in
Trash the tense
Rip the fabric as the tourniquet betrays
And feel it for you're empty
I... you know my best
A needle, worn gun, second goodbyes
And what's left to fail
What is aching ages like time

The world is nice from outer space
No one talks that much
Next to never is fun, not pretty much the same?
One last glance and guess
And god, the nonexistent, says hi

Feel the dope in
Trash the tense
Rip the fabric as the tourniquet betrays
And feel it for you're empty
I... you know my best
A needle, worn gun, second goodbyes
And what's left to fail
What is aching ages like time



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Cantone, Carlo Barbagallo
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