Lost in a city much big for one person.
A gray metropolis and a night mare.
My streets are so opposite.
We believe in truth
so stop all lies.
I will all
but not being able to take anything.
We know that everyone is master of his own life,
in a life in which the tumor are our fears
and the real monster is ourselves.
The black paint.
the white gate.
the gray not appears.
Only the smoke, that is not me.
Happy not to be sad.
Sad to try really happiness.
Let's be honest
We stop lying.
Want everything but do not want anything.
Just run away.
Fears not fade as clouds.
in a city too convoluted and messy.
in a smoky life.
