I saw my past crawling on the wall
In a silent desert I felt so small
Ask what it costs to be so weak
Makes everything look already lived
I feel at ease on bended knee
Now I know that the painful memories
Are those in which you kill your enemies
Ask what it costs to be so weak
Makes everything look already lived
I feel at ease on bended knee
Writer(s): Paolo Bertozzi
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