Not something easy to bring up with your friends. I need alone time watching myself from afar, ‘fore I decide if I accept who I am. I need golden railings ‘cause there’s not a thing I can cling on to. I thought about letting go: I’m sitting here and I feel alone. Here lies death: these words were never said. I needed to come back, now I realize that your eyes and smiles are all the pills I need for my ache. I’m inhaling past mistakes as I bend time and space, now this is like a gift, man, I can feel its brand, no more staring at a closed door, now I have some clarity ‘bout how much all of my labor of life is worth to you all. It really takes some balls to embrace who you are, so I’m singing. I’ll watch golden railings glow. I’m sitting here but I’m not alone, ‘cause I know if you stay, all my ghosts fade away. Fade away. Last thing you said to me? “I wanna live hoping nobody is counting on me”. You know, this still haunts me. I see golden railings. Did I let you down? To end your pain may seem bold, but the bravest thing I’ve done is saying that I’m not doing fine with a smile on my face. I’m not done yet. How does it go? I’m not done yet: I know I need a grip. Golden railings: it’s been a hell of a trip. There’s something, something I need to fix. These ghosts keep me an inch away from tears. Ehi, cambio lingua ma non cambio testa. Resta pure seduta anche se questa è una festa. Con la tua assenza mi spezzi, zero passive aggressive. Flow terzinati? Sempre gli stessi: cosa cazzo pensavi dicessi? Controllo i miei passi ma si sente che d’aria ho fame: la converto in fumo ma sono stufo di cercare il tuo odore in fondo a una Camel. Evito in sogno i fantasmi: tanto ci parlo già da sveglio. Non ho mai avuto paura, stavo aspettando soltanto di vederci meglio. Even the bear knows I don’t like Badminton: I collected all the things that you left. Turned out you never needed them. The sun is warm, the air is moist and the hissing in my ears is telling me I’m standing right where I should be. I do have time for me now: headlights cut through this haze. I’ve never been afraid, I just waited for my sight to heal. I can see it: rotten logs won’t hide it now. It’s been watching us for all these years, I finally see its face. It was smiling, and I grin back ‘cause I know you’ve been through this as well and I’m glad this gets me closer to you. Fasten upon me, breathe the light. Here lies death: my legs are tired, but this doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Figure me out into the cornfield. The flow is not gone: but fix yourself first. Just let it roll, love has no time or place. Soon enough you’ll get this: masters will fall from grace. Golden railings: this time I got a grip. I’m not done yet: my golden railing is you. I’m seeing everything glow. I’m sitting here and I’m not alone. There’s something in my life left to fix: someone has to do it. It warms my heart, it warms my heart to know it’s gonna be me. Now greetings, fucking ghosties! Traditional explanations of common things are like violent hurricanes to me. Whatever you'll do to sum them up it’ll make it worse. All the rules you impose to us sound trivial, so fix yourself first, and surrender to innocence. 'Cause in the end life means to walk, step by step, and avoid the dark. There isn't any goal to achieve, no actual ends.
So here it is: you're running free.
Never losing,
never dying.