Testo di Walking Home

a gift of serenity a change of identity hit so hard hit so fast came from somewhere above me an existence stuck behind over and over and over again different stories but the same old lines the streets are empty and I'm walking home the city sleeps lost souls moves alone and I need some words to fill up the end over and over and over again my fingertips are bleeding scratching through these walls some kind of dark feeling still stopping from the fall an existence to some from 4 to 3 to only one my finger tips are bleeding