作词 : Ferro, Scabbia These ghosts I keep insideshards of glass in my veinsrelease me from myself, releasefrom my duality I face these as a soldier wouldbut useless is my warthe innocence that smiles todaytomorrow will bee lying Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me? And I'm twisting my fingers in my hairwhile a mirror reflects me Now I'm digging to the boneall the paintingscratching at flesh, drives me madto be alive and free And the ghosts I keep inside myselfhow do they see me?while again I'm drowningwith my soul will you save me?
作词 : Ferro, Scabbia These ghosts I keep insideshards of glass in my veinsrelease me from myself, releasefrom my duality I face these as a soldier wouldbut useless is my warthe innocence that smiles todaytomorrow will bee lying Who is it that really dies when all the people look at me? And I'm twisting my fingers in my hairwhile a mirror reflects me Now I'm digging to the boneall the paintingscratching at flesh, drives me madto be alive and free And the ghosts I keep inside myselfhow do they see me?while again I'm drowningwith my soul will you save me?
