Italy

I come from the land
of holiness and blasphemy
Where no one's able to whisper
except for lovers

Where the ivy gracefully
chokes the walls, and the air
bears the weight of time
and it's hard to move

Where lies are so sweet
they intoxicate the acrid truth

And there's no way to discern
There's no way to get out
There's no way to unfold

On my hill I go
to conceal my true faith

Under the navel of the sky
the only lie is me

And lies are so sweet
they intoxicate the acrid truth

And there's no way to discern
There's no way to get out
There's no way to unfold

There's no way to get out

Under the navel of the sky
the only lie is me



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