Massa

Today I'm not feeling inspired and I don't think any day has been;
half a life without you and the other half still without me.
Inspire me like you always have, inspire me and I'll inspire you
bring me back to the world we once built together, lost forever more
and give me the comfort of your heretic sacrament;
like a saint I want to ascend to heaven.

From afar I called you in the fog, you called me from afar,
and you found yourself forced to love me, like Catholics we have suffered.
I'll run like crazy to find you, before the night ends for us;
too many drinks and too many words, too many idiots and too much anxiety.

A stupid thought tailor-made for a song;
if it catches you right it's nice, if you think about it too long it's a bore.

Too many stupid and unanimous