Testo di Cut

No one of us can live without cut off Some scenes from our lives Without getting free from theses nightmares In our soul...in my soul Cut, cut the veins that sustains you Cut, is the same that feeds you Cut, cut the film from my soul Cut these scenes from my dreams Cut the false heroes that betrayed you Cut, cut the pulse from who beat you And the needles from the addicted Cut...cut...cut...cut... Cut, the gates of my suffering Cut, cut because they hurt my soul CUT!