Inviolate
All things are asleep into hollow lands
I should find my mind of winter
So Ravished by despair: inviolate
We are living in a restless rain
Like Graveyard Marble sculptures
Your sentimental education
Is a watery kiss
Dewdrops on my desolate lips
I'm afraid of it
I'm afraid of it
Are you lost enough to find yourself?
We are martyrs blessed by the ocean's waves
We are whirling clouds in a dirty rain
Are you lost enough to find yourself?
The best is yet to come but you're full of frustration
You'll never learn
How to conquer a land , How to be a good friend
She isn't looking for a lover but a father who loves her
A father who loves her hair
Her breast is a golden bed
Made of dandelions
Made of mercury
A viral punishment upon my skin
Inexorably, I'm asking
Are you lost enough to find yourself?
We are martyrs blessed by the ocean's waves
We are whirling clouds in a dirty rain
Are you lost enough to find yourself?
The Shadows are floating in the endless sky like drunken maidens
A senseless violence Is filling our minds
Writer/s: Alessandro Stefani, Giuseppe Longone, Luca Amadessi, Roberto Fordiani, Sergio Padovani
