i'm going down among the saints

and I find it kind of funny

confusion was made
to fall on the ground
and break that old habit
and stop all those boredom

sporcare di vuota intensità
come cenere e cemento
la stessa pretenziosità
di trovare il sollievo

reminds me of my friends
when they all chose their way
there was not a guy
that decided to feel confused

ritrarre senza colori
i giorni che sprechi a pensare
se forse è poi tanto vero
che non hai niente da dire

scattered and lone
scared by the silence
that hangs in my mind
when I'm here to find
that I've said too much