The spice, okay
I’ll be the one to drop the bomb
And look, the day
Has turned upside down like a neck tied to chair
With the lie in mind
Consumed your soul and went straight to the gut, you
Bespokely heading to the hole of your sorrow.

See, I, I find
The chest of love is purely missing,
And then you see you’re not the same

When I am cleansed I see the will of people and their laces
I wake up torn - welcome, the day

You question whether there might be some self-reflection
You hear the gut telling the same

You realise you’re weak to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same
You have a fight with it to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same

And now, oh well,
It clicks inside, the guilt from raw,
The same, of hate
Deriving from course, «it’s not true north, stop lying»
You see the fate
The tragic losses, you couldn’t be happy to save them
Still trying to justify joints with the curse of

This time, I find
The chest of hope is non-existent
Here, now, you see it on the way

When I am dense I see the deal of people and their paces,
I wake up alive to meet the day

You wonder whether that could be your imperfection
You feel it coming from the tear

You realise you’re weak to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same
You have a fight with it to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same

You realise you dig to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same
You win a fight with it to see the million faces
You realise you’re not the same

You’re not too weak to comprehend the million faces
You realise you’re not the same
You see it changed you, you’re so faithful with your days and
You realise you’re not the same