If I look at myself in the mirror, with the time that has passed
I'm just richer, worse and more aged
It's the bitter confession of a superstar
Maybe it's the last occasion that I have to be myself
When I left my studies to live on illusions
I was the displeasure of relatives and parents
I was the kind of son, (who was a) dreamy teenager
That refuse advice and answer between their teeth
Fuck off, fuck off
But music is wicked, it is a snake's pit
and for every one who makes it, how many fail
The people in the music industry told me
You've got a looser face, I'm sorry you won't work
Masini
Fuck off,
Fuck off, fuck off
It doesn't matter if I had cried and suffered
This life does it all by itself
In music I just discovered
The need for love that there is
Who knows what is true in a world of liars
The black anger cannot be sung to the the millions
We're all conformists disguised as rebels
We're wolves for interviews and the teenagers are lambs
That write you the pain in innocent letters
And their religion is to believe in singers
But you will find them one morning in a newspaper photograph
In the last window with the will to shout
to the world
Fuck off,
Fuck off, fuck off
I will resign from (being a) fake poet
From a prophet of this fan's club
I don't want teach you life
Because everyone of us learns it on his/her own
I'll leave among the sound of boos
It will be me that will free you from myself
From that fool who shouts in vinyls
The need for love that there is
Stop now, I feel bad
It's not right, fuck off
In the mirror this evening I have discovered another face
My soul is more authentic than the mask I carry
Finally, I say to you with all my despair
My dear worst enemy disguised as saint
Fuck off, fuck off
Fuck off, fuck off