I'm Not Sorry - Kirlian Camera

Many years ago a child was born

in a cage filled with senseless scorn

and the first day he went to school

he soon realized he had to do with fools.

All of the classmates had no doubts at all,

he was a real danger for such brilliant club.

So, after a while the teacher too

began to cut him off from her cool classroom.

And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air

no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair

was about to take our hero in its arms and after that

the world wouldn’t have been the same any longer, any more.

I remember that a little girl went on the swings

and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays.

Every echo, every whisper had a charming paint to show off,

but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world.

After some time the boy realized

music was the only thing able to drive

his days to that shiny wonderland

he was dreaming about… in his battered bed.

So he started writing bizarre tunes,

months and years were passing under the fair moon,

while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round

and the boy was setting his debut show for 'em, proud.

Then, one day, the lizard postman rang of the door bell,

finally an agreement came from a major and you can

you can easily imagine how happy the child was,

all his efforts went to get.

such a glittering snappy award!

After a few years a bad sensation gained ground

was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell’s sound?

He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask

as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past.

So he killed them all in a good mood,

then he got back to the magic wood.

Every night a song from the death row…

squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn’t let him alone

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while they’re waiting with a tender smile their last dawn.