Guilty Claims
And I'm still here in front of this skyline
Waiting for a change and
Since half a century I'm here
Two long years in heaven
To agree with this hell
Can a past mistake cancel
Earth divided, civil war
Red flashlights of gore
Exiled losers, worse than dying
Bring them to the dark side of the sky
Closed out of light
Beyond the shadows
A black-white line
Divides the booty of war
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Growing in this side
It could be so real to believe
That our native ground
Is so void
Months are days in this set
Never seen again mother earth
A patient old man, not warrior only
While young men ask their hero
To tell them again that story
Closed out of light
Beyond the shadows
A black-white line
Divides the booty of war
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Present life in a skyline
I see it is a black-white line
I have grown in heaven
I'll soon leave the world
Last time, last fly
But dying here will free my hopes
My sons will pass the black-white line
Waiting for a change and
Since half a century I'm here
Two long years in heaven
To agree with this hell
Can a past mistake cancel
Earth divided, civil war
Red flashlights of gore
Exiled losers, worse than dying
Bring them to the dark side of the sky
Closed out of light
Beyond the shadows
A black-white line
Divides the booty of war
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Growing in this side
It could be so real to believe
That our native ground
Is so void
Months are days in this set
Never seen again mother earth
A patient old man, not warrior only
While young men ask their hero
To tell them again that story
Closed out of light
Beyond the shadows
A black-white line
Divides the booty of war
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Lonely the voice of awareness
Softly screams his guilty claims
He was the reason, now he's the pain
Present life in a skyline
I see it is a black-white line
I have grown in heaven
I'll soon leave the world
Last time, last fly
But dying here will free my hopes
My sons will pass the black-white line
Credits
Writer(s): Ettore Rigotti
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