If I look myself in the mirror, with the time has passed
I'm just richer, worse and more aged
It's the bitter confession of superstar
Maybe it's the last occasion to be myself
When I left my studies to live on illusions
I was been the displeasure of relatives and parents
I was those kind of dreamer teenager kids
That refuse suggests and answer among the teeth
Fuck off, fuck off
But music is wicked, is a snake's ditch
And it's full of fails for those who try
That people who know songs said to me
I've got a looser face, I'm sorry but you don't work
Masini
Fuck off,
Fuck off, fuck off
Never mind if I cried and suffered
Life does all by itself
In the music I just discovered
The need of love
Who knows what is true in a world o liars
We can't song the black of angry with big money
We're all conformists disguised as rebels
We're wolves for interview and kids are lambs
Whom they write to you the pain in the innocent letters
And their religion is believe to rock stars
But you find them in a newspaper's photo, on morning
In this last window with the will to shout
to the world
Fuck off,
Fuck off, fuck off
I resign as fake poet
As prophet of this fun's club
I don't want teach you life
'Cause we all learn by own
I'll go away among the boo's noise
I'll free you from me
From that fool who shout in vinyls
The need of love
Stop now, I'm feel sick
It's not right, fuck off
This evening, I discovered another face in the mirror
My soul is more authentic than the mask I wear
Finally, I say to you with all my despair
My dear worst enemy disguised as saint
Fuck off, fuck off
Fuck off, fuck off