Come la musica elettronica

Birthed on the ninth of October
I'm a son of Autumn
That's why I love the twilight
I love being balanced between light and dark
I love the withering and I'm not ashamed of it
More life in a dried leaf than in a sprout
I am the one who knows why the crow is like a writing desk
The latter is for which I live, the former is for which I die
Wonder is in the unknown
A tightrope walker of renewal
The rope flops like a Polaroid
I take a picture and I leave the shade again
I, a lover of ghost towns
The echo life leaves on every trace
I love the lashes old age gives
Stretch marks on my skin, wrinkles on my face (goodbye, youth)
No one is a teen forever
Time colors me silver like Silver Surfer (I'm blessed)
Meteorites and stars
I'm following my plans with Staedtler pencils (I)
I'm definitely not the main actor (am)
I definitely don't live for forevers (so)
Strange love for every doctor (glad)
Who makes himself one and trinity, Peter Sellers
They suggest me a pill
I gulp it down and get chill like Buddha Bar
Memories escape my grasp
Like plushes from claws in a luna park
I still write on a Moleskine
I won't return to whom I was even if I could
I'm not interested in successes
I just want to move forward and enjoy being old

(All my beliefs are falling down)
Like electronic music
(How lucky, now I feel so light 'cause I'm)
And I enjoy the time that is left for me (old)
Like always, away from the crowd (old)
I press for silence, spacebar (old)
The adjective that best suits it is old
(All my beliefs are falling down)
Like electronic music
(How lucky, now I feel so light 'cause I'm)
Everything I believe in retires (old)
I travel to a new dimension (old)
So that I remain standing like the Stonehenge (old)
I need an insight

But every passing year
Is an exam that fails me because I'm inattentive
How many faculties I had taken for granted
I notice it only now that I'm losing them
My body is a temple and that's fine
I mean it's falling to pieces, Parthenon
But other moons and trials await for me
While I mix Art 2 and Art 9
The number of friends actually dead grow
I don't mean they don't post onto social networks anymore
I'm always more at ease in the cemetery
So much humanity, so little ferocity
It's not gravestones that frighten me
But bearing sufferings while I can bear it
Nostalgia grows inside me as a dead weight
Then it tears me apart like a xenomorph
When I was a young lad
It felt like I had the whole world on my hand
Now I fantasise about the last act
Will I leave suffering, will I leave in a flash
Will I leave in a bed or on stage?
As for now I just get out of focus
Like classical physics in quantum times
And this youth takes a picture of me
Just because his dad has all my albums
(It's so sweet)
What's the point of rapping at my age?
(To grow up)
I wondered about it since I was thirteen
Kid, do not ask me my opinion on your record
If I like it you are in danger
I wish you San Siro, San Francisco
But I don't understand your stuff, I'm old

(All my beliefs are falling down)
Like electronic music
(How lucky, now I feel so light 'cause I'm)
And I enjoy the time that is left for me (old)
Like always, away from the crowd (old)
I press for silence, spacebar (old)
The adjective that best suits it is old
(All my beliefs are falling down)
Like electronic music
(How lucky, now I feel so light 'cause I'm)
Everything I believe in retires (old)
I travel to a new dimension (old)
So that I remain standing like the Stonehenge (old)
I need an insight, luckily I'm old

(All my beliefs are crumbling, I'm still alive and laughing)
Not an adult, I'm old (old, old), old (old, old)
And maybe I've always been old
(All my beliefs are crumbling, I'm still alive and laughing)
I'm old (old, old), old (old, old)