what I am: "Day fifteen... Easter came, this year, again and she's still there, we're still there, so still... Strangle words before they take form, Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout! "Touch me", she said and now Nevermind it was her voice or just words in my brain Strangle words before they take form, Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout! Sometimes we choose to close our eyes Sometimes we choose to walk away Sometimes we all just close our eyes To hide to ourselves what we've become There we see, we stand, we lay Spiders they take on my arms, on my legs Strangle words before they take form, Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout! Sometimes we choose to close our eyes Sometimes we choose to walk away Sometimes we all just close our eyes To hide to ourselves what we've become Sometimes we stand with no choice left And ask and pray to simply know Who is this man who stares at us From there beyond the mirror back Sentire e non capire Che tutto cade e tutto è assolto. Ogni cosa perde il senso Se non riesci ad accettare Di averla vista piangere. Sometimes we choose to close our eyes Sometimes we choose to walk away Sometimes we all just close our eyes To hide to ourselves what we've become Sometimes we stand with no choice left And ask and pray to simply know Who is this man who stares at us From there beyond the mirror back"