Sick Luke, Sick Luke 'Sta roba ti lascia come un gargoyle Succo di zenzero, quanto ne vuoi? Facciamo spesa tipo supermarket Sto mescolando insieme a Pyrex Non vesto Pyrex, non vesto Palace Fendi e Gucci o merda italiana In cucina con un quarto di litro Fumo 'ste canne e te ne lascio un tiro Acquari, salotti, pomelli d'oro Da Roma centro ZTL Non escon fuori i miei Pony Express Bianca, ketch oppure verde Bianca, ketch oppure verde Bianca, ketch oppure verde Soldi in mano oppure niente Soldi in mano oppure niente Bianca, ketch oppure verde I soldi in mano oppure niente DPG Dark Gang, triplo sette Giuro che questa merda è per sempre Dai Rioni in alto alle stelle Tu ci odi e non puoi vederci Stiamo contando fogli colorati Vuoi fermarci? Non puoi farci niente Bianca, ketch oppure verde I soldi in mano oppure niente DPG Dark Gang, triplo sette Giuro che questa merda è per sempre Dai Rioni in alto alle stelle Tu ci odi e non puoi vederci Stiamo contando fogli colorati Vuoi fermarci? Non puoi farci niente Completo Adidas come se fossi un break-dancer Ho visto un po' troppe volte "Il Padrino" e "Scarface" Non sanno su chi odiare quindi scelgono la Dark Gang Vestito colorato, penso di essere un Power Ranger Entro alla Dark House e do una botta di Calvin Klein Succo di zenzero e sto vomitando un arcobaleno Con mio fratello Wayne contando yen all'aeroporto Vestito bianco come se fossi un gelataio Bianca, ketch oppure verde I soldi in mano oppure niente DPG Dark Gang, triplo sette Giuro che questa merda è per sempre Dai Rioni in alto alle stelle Tu ci odi e non puoi vederci Stiamo contando fogli colorati Vuoi fermarci? Non puoi farci niente Bianca, ketch oppure verde I soldi in mano oppure niente DPG Dark Gang, triplo sette Giuro che questa merda è per sempre Dai Rioni in alto alle stelle Tu ci odi e non puoi vederci Stiamo contando fogli colorati Vuoi fermarci? Non puoi farci niente (non puoi farci niente) Sick Luke, Sick Luke

We'll make loneliness into love when we're bored And find the right emotional principle to cut like a sword Over the words of a past me whispering Love was the destination but we would settle for some sympathy Turning myself into my own lord and then finding my own spinal chord It's finally safe to throw our bones back into the sea So we can forget what it means to have bodies When pursuing sanity just feels like some sort of couples therapy For these dual personalities bleeding into my psyche Just questioning the answers I give to those I see And I was taught to never let someone take parts away from who I am But there are parts that sometimes make me wanna hurt myself So what am I supposed to do with them? Your heart is on fire when you water down your words You started much higher before you found the lord And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness Objects of obsession in constant repetition This cycle where we try to find reasons that we're living I'm a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you Ashes look the same whether they are your lover or an object that you would rather face than dealing with your pain Or the emotional strain that comes with tearing open the seams Passionately neglecting anything but the emotional string We transform from being two souls searching for love in a bad dream to just two strangers with shared memories And sometimes I found stability while you kissed your soul goodbye I know a song won't do justice but it's all I have so I'll try Your heart is on fire when you water down your words You started much higher before you found the lord And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness Objects of obsession in constant repetition This cycle where we try to find reasons that we're living I'm a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend We'll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend We'll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend We'll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend We'll bring you back from the dead, you could see me again You could see me again And since you left you hardly ever come up And I'll tell you there's a part that I will never give up You tell yourself now that I could never find out Why you never found me when love was such a vacant dream we'd scream Never let someone take parts away from who I am But there are parts that sometimes make me wanna hurt myself So what am I supposed to do with them?