Not a thing for babies - Kmaiuscola, Lion D, Fulo

La verità è che accuso la pressione più di quanto penso

Vita che ha infuso ansia da prestazione in ogni senso

L’incenso denso che mi ha immerso ora attinge alla gola

Cola e stringe la laringe spinge e affonda la parola

La tensione che mi pungola ora mi raschia l’ugola

E mischia chi fischia e chi mugola

In un’unica foschia che invischia la testa

Ma subdola non si schiarisce e rischio se ci resta

Di sprofondare in paranoia il mio boia

In un mare in salamoia che prima o poi mi ingoia

Foia di restare a galla ma si inarca la mia barca

Pare proprio che 'sta falla più la chiudo e più si allarga

Mi barcameno tra euforia ed insofferenza

Almeno 20 volte al dì la mia follia di conseguenza

Non potrà essere curata come tutti gli altri mali

Si aspetterà in giornata il mio ricovero in analisi!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can’t you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do why you must be ready

Got to be killed for the life you livin'!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can’t you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do say you must be ready

Got to be killed for life that you livin'!

Io non ho vita sociale solo maschere di sale è sempre carnevale

Mai natale tutto male lutto al braccio brutto affare

Traccio il mio bilancio e straccio il gancio famigliare

Profondo rosso e blu il fondo del mare

Io non ne posso più sto nel fosso e lei continua a buttar terra

E non insinua più alla guerra e mi sotterra

Stretto come Gibilterra al petto annesso alle tue mosse

Farmi fesso la tua tosse mossa dalle mie percosse

Medusa non essere delusa la tua impronta è inclusa ed è collusa

Finta musa pronta scusa finta fusa porta chiusa

Dalla cambusa all’accusa è un insulto in pubblico

Ma il tuo sussulto da che culto il primo da che pulpito

Io finchè avrò lacune tra lagune dune e lume

Sarà lei finchè non taglierà la fune

Che senza rune nè fortune alcune solo con qualche barra

Mi difenderò imprecando roteando 'sta scimitarra!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can’t you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do why you must be ready

Got to be killed for the life you livin'!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can’t you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do say you must be ready

Got to be killed for life that you livin'!

The truth is, I feel the pressure more than I think

Life that instilled performance anxiety in every sense

The thick incense that immersed me now draws on my throat

Cola and squeezes the larynx pushes and sinks the word

The tension that prods me now scrapes my uvula

And mix who whistles and who whines

In a single haze that engulfs the head

But sneaky does not clear up and I risk it if it stays there

To plunge my executioner into paranoia

In a sea in brine that sooner or later swallows me

I want to stay afloat but my boat is arched

It seems that the more I close it, the more it widens

I drift between euphoria and intolerance

At least 20 times a day my madness as a result

It cannot be cured like all other evils

He will be waiting for my hospitalization for analysis during the day!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can't you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do why you must be ready

Got to be killed for the life you livin '!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can't you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do say you must be ready

Got to be killed for life that you livin '!

I don't have a social life, only salt masks, it's always carnival

Never Christmas all bad mourning arm bad business

I draw my balance and shred the family hook

Deep red and blue sea bottom

I can't stand it anymore, I'm in the ditch and she keeps throwing earth

And she no longer insinuates into war and buries me

Tight like Gibraltar to the chest attached to your moves

Make a fool of your cough moved by my beating

Medusa don't be disappointed your footprint is included and colludes

Fake muse ready excuse fake purr closed door

From the galley to the prosecution is an insult in public

But your gasp from what worship the first from what pulpit

I as long as I have gaps between lagoons, dunes and lights

It will be her until she cuts the rope

That without runes or fortunes some only with a few bars

I will defend myself by cursing by whirling 'this scimitar!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can't you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do why you must be ready

Got to be killed for the life you livin '!

Hey why is not a thing for babies

Can't you see this world is always crazy?

You got to know what to do say you must be ready

Got to be killed for life that you livin '!