I’m telling to my wrists not to cut themselves again
Still hangin’ on this shit during this earthquake x2

I lie on this bed made of promises
I program my own death just loving a fairytale
Hope we find a way to break
I lie on this fucking bed
I lie on this bed, so come here and then sleep with me
I’ll program my own death
Be my valentine and we’ll reborn again in a new or another world

I have to kiss you
Before this quake comes over our bodies
I beg you to love me
We’re going under, and a dream will save us...
Fallo te stronzo