Once he woke up at midnight
With fear in his eyes
He walk so long in the darkness
Till he saw by the road an old man

Father pio. I came to you cause I suffer
From the plain that knows no bounds at all
Between childrens's game and war of morons
Between torture and relief help me find my home

Son, you're only a tool of fate
A little piece of eternity
Son, you can change your way
All what you have to do is change yourself
Look, my left hand is bleeding
Becouse you're never loved a girl
Look my right hand is bleeding
Becouse you're lying to your friends

Son you're only a tool of fate
A little piece of eternity
Son, you can change your way
All what you have o do is change yourself
Son you can go back your home
And carry on your great work.

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