Fuoriluogo [English translation]

I've always wondered what is wrong inside of me, ah

Maybe I'm wrong with my ways or my mentality, ah

I have always seen myself outdone by some recommended

Some son of a bitch and some daddy's boy, ah

Mine was happy when I got 601

I had already lost a year skullduggering

So that I came out with a nice pass and a teacher told me:

"It's just the shit that floats"

They all look fake to me at this masquerade party

But, after all, even Cinderella was a scullery maid

Life is fighting and going head to head

You are both afraid, but whoever hides that wins

And I don't feel suited to this stupid game

Situations deceive and people disappoint

It is feeling powerless, having to lower your ears

You walk back and touch the septum because seven have caught you

Stupid excuses, huh-huh

I always say

Much more than you, eh-eh

It protects me

Arrogance is armour in cold weather

Maybe there is a place in the world where even I am right

You tell me: "Are you looking at yourself? You're wrong to compare yourself to the others"

But you don't know how much I prayed to look like the others, asshole

You talk about things that can't comfort me

I still feel out of place

And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder

What's wrong with me, with me

You throw me out the door and say: "You're out of range"

I intervene out of time in a silence that did not want a pause

I'm out of my mind, inside it remains the limited person

What's left of a wrong person, bro? Nothing

In this line of people I feel surplus

I come out of this place instead of coming out of my body

You want me, but I don't want it

I need a space, not a place, huh

I will learn to to keep myself calm

But I always have various paranoia in my barrel

If I stay calm, I would learn

To dress me because

Elegance is armour in cold weather

Maybe there is a place in the world where even I am right

You tell me: "Are you looking at yourself? You're wrong to compare yourself to the others"

And, yes, I will no longer pray to look like the others

You talk about things that can't comfort me

I still feel out of place

And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder

What's wrong with me, with me

You talk about things that can't comfort me

I still feel out of place

And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder

What's wrong with me, with me

1. reference to final mark in high school, 60 out of 100 is the bare minimum not to fail