That exit, that end
is the lie that makes him doubt
it's the exile, real hell
of the one who should be playing
Maybe one day he'll want to return
but he's blind, he cannot see
that he crossed the fence, it's not his body anymore
and his head doesn't understand
That there's no ink anymore, that there's no paper
screams, caresses to make him see
that mom is worried
Where is your good heart?
Where is your champion dream?
Who made you into a hired assassin?
Not even the people of the neighbourhood knows your voice.
You are the exit, you are the end
you are the lie that makes him doubt
you are the exile, real hell
and his head doesn't understand
That there's no ink anymore, that there's no paper
screams, caresses to make him see
that mom is worried
mom is worried
mom is worried for him.