Sondaggio: Nel 2030 il mio computer potrà:

"Contained in my cotton crib where I feel no turbulence
The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy
I can feel it in the night
Like rain upon my skin inside a winter
But you began to splinter
If I decide to recognise my thorns

Cause everytime see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day, and fading away in the night

I feel the sun before it's light
And it fades away into the night
I was afraid, I feed myself
I cleared the shelf and killed the shame
But I can feel it in the night
Collect the rocks and throw them over borders
To shake the muddy waters

And clear myself from hiding every thorn

Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day, and fading away in the night

And we grow, before we go over the windows
You're just a fool for him

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