This is the story of a simple man
Who remains the voice outside the choir
To not become a slave of hatred anymore
The more they surround me, the less I fall in love
Life is beautiful when you're rich and famous
But I spend my birthday alone
After I've seen those I thought were my heroes
Prove to be the assholes they are
For every piece that doesn't want to fit
Every knife in the jugular
For every brother who hurt me
Not even coke took away my hunger
I have too much to give, I should give up
To summarize
That's not the point
You know, that's the crux
It's when you already have everything that you start thinking "Maybe I'll throw it away"

Maybe it's true that the heart doesn't make the mind more elastic
Now that hatred is on the rise, love chews us up
What a fantastic life, we're eating oil to shit plastic
In your shitty house, with the son you hate
Your dog and the car
The death of the soul

Born stressed
We come into the world already in debt
Where even dreams are sweetened
Even the round born will be square
So much we are already bombarded with data
Yet uninformed
God money, wash my sins
Who thirsted us then drowned us
Honey, wake up, you're already in the Matrix
Look, I don't want to pity anyone
I scream my dramas to exorcise them
And then who has been seen has been seen, fuck off
Only pre-packaged smiles
Hasty judgments and words of smoke
I've seen three papacies pass by
Yet I haven't seen a saint

It's okay to admit the malaise
Yes, but don't be the architect of it
I get a little confused, you turn around for a second
And you already go from victim to executioner
Look in the mirror, Nicola, maybe it's time to grow up
I just want something to believe in
A point to converge on
All these years and I'm still the same
Because I forgive, but I don't forget
I will remain defenseless, you're just a worm
Imagine if I waste time and take revenge
I'm tired of feeling alone
Of having someone yelling at me "Be good"
In a society that wants equality
But then when I make a mistake it tells me "Be a man"
Garbage

Yeah, yeah-yeah
You're just a pile of garbage, garbage
Yeah, yeah-yeah
You're just a pile of garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage

I know I'll speak on behalf of every colleague
Italian pop can go screw itself
All equal to us, it's a chain reaction
It's like that, eh, no, it's like that, eh, no
And it's not worth it
Your newspaper that enjoys when the scene is divided
How flattering it is to know that I'm pitiful
An amoeba with a full mouth
Always new sound, you just recycled
Here we don't understand what you're saying, boss
I open my mouth and I know I'm making the new anticipated
You're not among the best, bro, you just typed it
Eliminated, now only your neighborhood hears you
It's true that I was the limited one, but are you okay, bro?
Now I'm the one being imitated with the apostrophe
I enter the TG4 studio with C4 and phosphorus bombs (is it for real?)
I'm with my people
With us you can be the dope boy
But you seem like the DIA
Ask us a question, as long as it's not
The one to join the police
As long as my crew will never go hungry
If it enters, the smoke alarm already goes off
Every bar is a torpedo, the recoil knocks you down
Throw away the pen because now there's none for anyone

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