Aztec Aztec
Love is fun, you have fun... (and your brake)
In your room, again...
You find, you wanna find your gift
In your room, again...
The only god is far, you can explain, only single part
you try to explain always the same. You kill, you wanna kill your mom, in your room again...
You wanna kill your mom, you wanna kill your daddy and your son, in your room again...
Now you realize, confess, your little lie
you predicate your god, and so across, your pain, your dirty boots
you always seem the same
In your room, again...
You find, you wanna find your gift
In your room, again...
The only god is far, you can explain, only single part
you try to explain always the same. You kill, you wanna kill your mom, in your room again...
You wanna kill your mom, you wanna kill your daddy and your son, in your room again...
Now you realize, confess, your little lie
you predicate your god, and so across, your pain, your dirty boots
you always seem the same
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Writer(s): Alessandro Ferri
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