Poor God brought into play by men, but what religions, these are questions for economists, these little men minimize the roar of racing cars, boom, they always make their pigs comfortable, in the name of the Father children who become invalids, you only hear squalid alibis, they agree only to pale faces, the different ones slumped and lifeless. Platoons of men of men leave, towards positions of men of men, attackers with faces of men of men, they attack children of men of men, in a circus maximus of men of men, in the Anno Domini of men of men, we are fascinated of men of men, like nymphomaniacs of men of men. I'm not coming with you to the desert, sorry if I desert but I prefer... I prefer to kill time, I prefer to shoot bullshit, I prefer to make a trend explode, I prefer to die of love, I prefer to set the alarm clock, I prefer to bet on roulette, I prefer fire of a goal, I prefer you to stay alive. Men pay the tribute of nostalgia for eras that have never experienced the flag and the salute, either with us or stay silent, this is the third millennium, welcome! I ask Newton for help, Isacco, how the hell can you bear such serious facts? Anachronistic, the truth that comes to the surface, expert in ballistics, measure me this dance and follow me on this journey between saints and demons, who instead are only men of men, you who are strong, survive me at death, I am weak therefore the soul minami, dear country with beautiful pretensions, ask me if I see you as a friend or as an enemy, you like to make peace but then explain to me these missiles that whistle in the air like a theremin. I'm not coming with you to the desert, sorry if I desert but I prefer... I prefer to kill time, I prefer to shoot bullshit, I prefer to make a trend explode, I prefer to die of love, I prefer to set the alarm clock, I prefer to bet on roulette, I prefer fire of a goal, I prefer you to stay alive. Platoons of men of men leave, towards positions of men of men, attackers with faces of men of men, they attack children of men of men, in a circus maximus of men of men, in the Anno Domini of men of men, we are fascinated of men of men, like nymphomaniacs of men yes but... I prefer to kill time, I prefer to shoot bullshit, I prefer to make a trend explode, I prefer to die of love, I prefer to set the alarm clock, I prefer to bet on roulette, I prefer the fire of a goal, I prefer you to stay alive.