St. Mark's Square

St. Mark's Square, 865
Heads above deprived of mind
Not a mark nor a sign
Where pigeons are deprived from flying
And not a word has been sung
During the war
And lungs are heavy, like metal
A gold medal

Real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside
Real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside

I got a side that is weaker than a glass
In a war where the warriors fight on grass
It's a gift from a fate nobody knows
It's a scene everybody wants to know
Got a wicked side cause I'm human like you
Try to hide it like it's a forbidden tattoo
Bet you've tried to see it many times before now
I confess I would have done the same if I were you now
And I've always known, I'm aware
I can't hide the side of me, that's too real
It's unavoidable, the way I'm running don't make it unreal
So I need to step back once again, I feel it so near
Cause it's telling me to speak, and it's telling me to lean
Everybody's got that side, no one needs to decide
So I'll find the strenght to move and I'll find the will to go
But first let me breathe some more

Real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside
Real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside

And not a word has been sung
During the war
And lungs are heavy, like metal
A gold medal
St. Mark's Square, 865
Heads above deprived of mind
Not a mark nor a sign
Where pigeons are deprived from flying

Cause real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside
Real me is a new ID, not a sign of peace
Riot in your sleep
But everyone's got a wicked side
Might not be in sight, but it's in the inside