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Painted visions
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Sottopelle
Beneath the skin. Beyond the silence.
A music video raising awareness of psychological abuse, connected to Il Narciso Viola.
Through music and images, Sottopelle brings attention to wounds that can remain unseen, opening a space for recognition, reflection and dialogue.
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The thin line
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The words behind the musicLyrics
The thin line
I’m here, living on a line
splitting heaven from hell,
anxious, looking for a sign
pointing far from my death knell.
I feel I’m playing russian roulette,
with no one to take a second shot,
leaving me alone with my regret
neither knowing for what I fought.
I know I’m challenging the devil,
trusting in God thou being an atheist,
fully destroying my life support level,
believing one story of the craziest.
So Who? Who? Who?
Who the hell are you?
The gambler or the thief,
the brother or the grief.
Are you the Devil?
Are you a lost child?
I know you’re special,
When have you been defiled?
Will you at last devour me?
Will I be able to save thee?
Don’t pierce me in the chest,
I’ll give you all my best!
All my best!
All my best.
All myself…
You may be simply both,
a pure soul corrupted by the world.
Save yourself, it’s that your oath,
escape far from your underworld.
Free from the most common vice,
you were tempted by the worst,
like you could avoid pay the price,
Not seeing how you’ve been cursed.
I’ve seen you fall down to the pit,
over and over, closer to the ground,
catching you just before the hit,
knowing there’ll be another round.
So Who? Who? Who?
Who the hell are you?
The gambler or the thief,
the brother or the grief.
Are you the Devil?
Are you a lost child?
I know you’re special,
When have you been defiled?
Will you at last devour me?
Will I be able to save thee?
Don’t pierce me in the chest,
I’ll give you all my best!
All my best!
All my best.
All myself…
Following the breadcrumbs trail,
that fate places in front of my sight,
sometimes I feel living in a fairy tale
in which I’m tested about what’s right.
I’ve been tricked along the way,
many times hurting deep in my soul,
nevertheless believing what you say,
once more, exposing my heart’s hole.
Will you be my spark of bright,
or the one setting me on fire?
I hope through you to find the light
that shines against void’s nullifier.
So Who? Who? Who?
Who the hell are you?
The gambler or the thief,
the brother or the grief.
Are you the Devil?
Are you a lost child?
I know you’re special,
When have you been defiled?
Will you at last devour me?
Will I be able to save thee?
Don’t pierce me in the chest,
I’ll give you all my best!
All my best!
All my best.
All myself…
Who? Who? Who?
Who are you?
The gambler or the thief,
the brother or the grief.
Who? Who? Who?
Who am I?
The believer or the fool,
the dreamer or the tool.
Who? Who? Who?
Who are we?
Lost in this empty entropy,
or bound by a shared destiny.