Breathe this pressure,
the stage is slippery
and this whole theatre expects fireworks.
We tried to fake this on our own.
We tried to fake this on our own.
Actors, lights and action.
Behind the curtains,
howling,
you felt the greatest.
They clapped with madness with their claws
requesting that scene,
in the end,
where front row tuxedos carry specks of blood.
I can't believe it's happening:
It's time to say goodbye
and forget any trail from your mistakes.
What a large journey to explain.
I'm still addicted to our crime.
Do you think that those were the roles
we first requested?
I'm running again along
Beckettian sceneries
but ostacism of the night
has made me stronger.
It's time to play
an offstage tragedy.
Miserable characters challenging themselves
in order to
increase their egos.
Oh, I can't believe it's happening:
It's time to say goodbye,
the spotlights embellish the circumstance.
What a large journey to explain.
I'm still addicted to our crime.
Do you think that those were the roles
we first requested?
You,
you built the prison with sea sights.
Where I've become a fearless creature engulfing our photographs.
An early gargantuan feast where every bite fits the guilt.
I am your sun and you're my moon.
The ocean scatters tides the whistle,
that whisper to
us too low.
Mayday. Shall I run away?
Mayday. Shall I run away?
Glory seemed so close.
(Mayday.)
Glory seemed so close.
(Shall I run away?)
Glory seemed so close.
(Mayday.)
Glory seemed so close.
(Shall I run away?)
Glory seemed so close,
glory seemed so close.