opebo vs. Guy Picciotto

[© tweed]

Well yes, these lyrics don't seem like the type of thing Italians would write

I- I believed- Memory might mirror no reflection on me,
I-I believed- that in forgetting I might set myself free.
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat- AND I CHOKED.
I- I bled- I tried to hide the heart from the head.
I- I bled- in the arms of a girl I'd barely met.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground- and THEN I DROWNED.

For Want of is beast