Rit:
Every morning the preview tastes like ruin to me
A bitter taste on my lips and in my head the night before
I do a check up
I recall the adrenaline
Usual trips from the beginning of the week
? another day and shows up with her dramas
What? the whole world outside ready to wait for me
To remind me who I am and where I come from
Without regard for the things I live for
I still see us at times with jerky carbide
Out there there '? a plot hatched to destroy me
I wear my timbs without laces
I sip coffee? black trying to collect myself
I'm in a hurry I have work waiting for me
A quick look at the newspaper reports
Maybe I don't even care
But? the classic average Italian trip
To which I can't say enough
I feel fickle
I would like to change my house, life and rules
Look elsewhere for good reasons not to give up
Solve
Unsolved questions then being able to choose a tailor-made job
Or the best way to divert
My attention from the obsession
Doubts relating to my current profession
Never mind find a good solution
That does not hide an implicit form of submission
Who is in chains
Who embraces the steering wheel in the early morning
Who is a prisoner of a construction site breaking his back
/>Who drags himself into nonsense where it's not worth it
Who at the counter? obsessed with those who approach
Who on the asphalt
Who in a suit and tie, who in the factory
Realt? different but the same dynamic
In my head a vision becomes clear
I can't find solutions apart from my music

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