Sottomissione

No eye for an eye
Chickpeas under my knees
Lay me a crown of thorns
Your cross on my back
Your cross on my back

Pleasure
Pleasure
Suffering
Suffering

Waiting the disaster
You will smile

Tomorrow I’ll be like you
Tomorrow I’ll be like you
I won’t pass the borders of your land anymore

Every gesture of yours will be mine
Every gesture of mine will be yours
Will be yours
I’m the dog of the owner with the whip