what I am: "Non serve mai rincorrere Quanto di perfetto non abbiamo raggiunto, Non serve mai distinguere Alla fine in fondo chi ha sentenze ci guiderà. So I'm here, wasn't it your need? I'm so sorry, you should appreciate Tell me now, Why we humans hurt so much The things we love? Needles in my eyes grow… Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this Day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room. Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room. Non serve mai rincorrere Quanto di perfetto non abbiamo raggiunto, Non serve mai distinguere Alla fine in fondo chi ha sentenze ci guiderà. So I failed, that's not something new… I'm so sorry, of all this insect hate Tell me now, Why we spiders fall in love With the ones we feed of? Needles in my eyes grow! Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room. Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room." what I fear: "No! This not about you, or her Or some sort of 'us', That never existed!" what I hate: "So tell them!" what I fear: "They speak about it As the resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ May have something To do about it! This is all about me and what happened that Friday…" what I fear: "Are you kidding me?!" what I hate: "We're talking about Human beings And there is no time For sick jokes!" what I am: "Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room. Listen to, listen to the deaf silence filling this day ten Listen to the sound of loss live this room."