Testo di Cast Away

Do you see your reflection in the mirror? No, not reality, is illusion When you stand in a stylish hell Burning to the ground by words, reject prelude Here is the truth, here is the brutal lot Goodness fights haughtiness Snake grip rose up to the fashion Watchful ripeness is useless Cast away, it is thought up by them For humility Here to stay, ignoring all Living this way, this is your name Do not repent Do not show a core Exile, is not your blame Exile, is not your shame Exile, do you feel? Exile, what I feel There is a smell of homeless prison in my house My ground breathes destructive poison But anyway I'll be myself But anyway it will make me glad