I wake up to a smoking gun
The evidence is in your head
There's no proof of guilt or innocence
I'm finished with you taking me through
A line of questioning that feeds you
I'm must confess I'm here to kill the pain
What can I do? To kill the pain
How hard I fight? To kill the pain
The sword of justice in your hand
You cut me down sharp like a blade
You make me want to never trust again
I'm finished with you dragging me through
More lies and deceit that feeds you
I'm must confess I'm here to kill the pain
What can I do? To kill the pain
How hard I fight? To kill the pain
What can I do? To kill the pain
How hard I fight? To kill the pain
Doesn't matter if it mattered I would never have tried
To save us both from losing our minds
Doesn't matter if you shatter me now
The rain comes, the rain comes
Nothing's gonna buy you time
The rain comes, the rain comes
What can I do? To kill the pain
How hard I fight? To kill the pain
What can I do? To kill the pain
How hard I fight? How long I've tried
WRITERS
MARCO BIAZZI, MARCO COTI ZELATI, ANDREA GAETANO FERRO, CHRISTIANO MIGLIORE, CRISTIANO MOZZATI, CRISTINA SCABBIA, DON GILMORE