Old world, so shining
Your scent is like a rusty dream in my mind
All your sweet abundance
Is now a repulsive lie to my life
I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace
I want to see beyond appearances
The blade of my brain is ready to believe
There's the need of something else
I'll try to break the silly things
Morbid brain of a saint wihout a soul to know
I'll try to taste earthly goods
And the pain of a friend, with my animal sense
It's my new religion
Or if you want our new world, new time
Revolution can start
Simply in the respect of human things
I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace
I want to see beyond appearances
The blade of my brain is ready to believe
There's the need of something else
I'll try to break the silly things
Morbid brain of a saint wihout a soul to know
I'll try to taste earthly goods
And the pain of a friend, with my animal sense
