Commedia
above Paradise...
Open your chest to the truth that's coming,
hand out your hands,
leave your heart wide open,
expand your brain,
crack up your head,
sharpen your mouth, and ears and nostrils,
tear down your eyelids
and show me your eyes,
rip off your soul: make it large!
You make me remember the sound
above Paradise...
Open your chest to the truth that's coming,
be Hell, be Paradise, be Purgatory.
I'm the alien that has landed
in your balcony
with all my ships, with all my ships!