You say me that never's late, that myself don't make art
But there's people so coward that just wanna tread you down
I just wanna hold onto what I believe for breaking not myself inside
It's time to tell you
I started in La Santa Carola
The way of soloist doesn't starts with just me
rimes, friends, batteries, guns, songs
fellows
deployed for inspiring more
as it goes, we were in the square
with the painted cassetes, that's irreplaceable
That sensation of feeling we were moving the planet
That the streak were putting on right the t-shirt
Is a part of the story that we file in a folder
the goal, the stamp, the colour of our big palette
you tell me that never's late
The truth is that I don't know if I make art, but...
Chorus
||We, all of the herd are just the same
nothing has changed and nothing is in vain
Hordatoj: there are not obstacles that can impede you still standing
Concentrate, focus|| bis
You say me that myself is the only one who conditions
But if the friends tear apart and the zones
that wanted the crown and spread you with acetone
It's ambition who conditions
Because inside of all the games
Is where all the egos wake up
sticked like sheets
Hiding from blind eyes
The pointed you with the finger
They wanted to see you feeling fear
To erase all your creeds
Turn you into an entanglement
But we still standing with the dreams and desires
With the everyday, with the human family
We are going on with new sap
Questions, dilemmas, they are part of our emblem
which is in our finger tips
I wish we could get more poems in our songs
To break all the rules, to point to all themes
You say me never's too late
I still without knowing if I make art, but
||We, all of the herd are just the same
nothing has changed and nothing is in vain
Hordatoj: there are not obstacles that can impede you still standing
Concentrate, focus|| bis