Elecktra Miserere
seven hundred seasons walking
with a splinter under my skin.
this paraplegic limitation pushes
my body over my knees.
one hand holds the list of meditated
reasons waiting for
the explanations that would be the
answers to the questions done.
guilty of a strange behaviour that
keeps me away from what i've fought for.
always zeros on my left side.
help me to understand... is it enough?
help me to understand if i am wrong.
almost jaded, tired and bored because
the chase is going hard.
every step i've made is an illusion
and it drives me far.
it seems that destiny is burying
hopes without sensitivity, while
conspiracy takes away my opportunity.
guilty of a strange behaviour that
keeps me away from what i've fought for.
always zeros on my left side.
help me to understand... is it enough?
help me to understand if i am wrong.
