La Paura Del Buio

I hear a thousand voices speaking, but I don't hear what they're saying
I look in the mirror and I imagine to be in a circus
On a merry-go-round of happiness and I don't want to get off of it
Even if I'm not having fun anymore
Sometimes I feel like a miracle and sometimes ridiculous
Then I lose my mind in a second, but don't go tell it around
I'm out of myself

And so take me, bite me, strip me of everything
I still won't be afraid of the dark
When I'll be on the ground, shattered

And so spit on me, tear my clothes off of me
And so buy me, sell me, do everything to me
Not us, not us, not me, me

I've been preparing my valzer with the devil
Since I was a child
You can call me crazy, bastard, insane