To learn, to earn, yearn the none and tumble
The society path, living in a trap, locked in a cage, hell and heaven in a rage
All the mornings're grey, 10 filter for the shame, dolls' army on the dock, hey!let's run against the rock
World is going better, people read the letters, don't understand the meaning of the words and spinning
To the next page, no secrets and no blame, populism is up, all slaves in a block
Comin' back to lose, the happiness of fools, it's better a defeat than a life in disbelief
The secret of the future is written in the past, the illiterate culture it's a trap trap trap
Black trees growing
Branches are thoughts and
Fruits are only thorns where
Beauty is forgotten
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To learn, to earn, yearn the none and tumble
The society path, living in a trap, locked in a cage, hell and heaven in a rage
All the mornings're grey, 10 filter for the shame, dolls' army on the dock, hey!let's run against the rock
World is going better, people read the letters, don't understand the meaning of the words and spinning
To the next page, no secrets and no blame, populism is up, all slaves in a block
Comin' back to lose, the happiness of fools, it's better a defeat than a life in disbelief
The secret of the future is written in the past, the illiterate culture it's a trap trap trap
Black trees growing
Branches are thoughts and
Fruits are only thorns where
Beauty is forgotten
The society path, living in a trap, locked in a cage, hell and heaven in a rage
All the mornings're grey, 10 filter for the shame, dolls' army on the dock, hey!let's run against the rock
World is going better, people read the letters, don't understand the meaning of the words and spinning
To the next page, no secrets and no blame, populism is up, all slaves in a block
Comin' back to lose, the happiness of fools, it's better a defeat than a life in disbelief
The secret of the future is written in the past, the illiterate culture it's a trap trap trap
Black trees growing
Branches are thoughts and
Fruits are only thorns where
Beauty is forgotten
Writer: Cosimo Cinieri
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