(Seven, nine, seven, nine)

Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine

In the darkness of a jail with closed bars
We don't imagine the chain but the feathers
The guards pass between rows of silent faces
We bite our tongues like raw scallops
Forgotten here, on the shelf of a CD rack, what a disappointment
The house of detention, pressed until nausea, until repulsion
Call me "Opera" they give me prison, no Nobel prize
Follow my trail, pheromone, 709
I am the disc not who sings it, I'm in a cage and I get discouraged
The future suppresses the one who looks it in the eyes, it's a basilisk
Here everything changes, first among the saints then you're the antichrist
I have a hole in my stomach, here we don't eat, not even the leftovers, see?
Prisoner like my father was in the arm of the 1210
33 turns in the atrium, psychotic trips, scars
He had a groove inside that I will never have
I only have a number on my chest, seven-oh-nine

Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)
Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)
From the end of the hi-fi, to the end penalty never
Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)

On the tag people read the number seven-oh-nine
The counter or death, it's the law of the number
Today that the net is the only one, I go around with hook and line
But people listen to the music, they don't listen to the coherence
And I am a greedy thief among many thieves of gold platinum and diamonds
I sacrifice myself because I have my role in front of me that nails me, rabbis
And I'm no longer in fashion, Calvin, bland slogans on my account
Close one eye then play darts with my face not Giovanardi's
I physical copy, in rigid preventive custody or digipack
Who wants to visit me, types, I have less space than in a minicar chart
On my notes someone sniffs strips of chemistry
Dangerous music for pretend: strips of Kriminal
I have a degree printed on the cover
But no one takes me, here it's not like before
I look for myself so a support that now no one can give me
You can count on it, seven-oh-nine

Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)
Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)
From the end of the hi-fi, to the end penalty never
Seven (seven-oh-nine), oh-nine (you have no peace)

From the end of the hi-fi, to the end penalty never
You have the fine pen and the mic, so go, wheelie, go
And then I'm among detainees not feared by me
Desire to elevate the content, scales that Muti does not allow
I predict the future, Baba Vanga
I die sure, shovel, spade
I carry in my veins so much anger
I can't contain the avalanche

Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine
Seven-oh-nine (oh-nine)

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