a Fraction of the Fake Empire

Some italian guys,chat and drink in front of their humble condo,

as if they're not living the same shit and sharing the same fucking day,

and what am I gonna do today?

Eat some chicken nuggets or look at the stars which are not there

In that hopeless sky,in that merciless night breeze

Squeezed between things..

Same cheap streets with the hookers in the night,

Seeking for the bread,totally strong and independent

Listening to untold words and unlived lives

When imagining the unlimited heights in turned off lights..