sit down ladies and gentlemen, prepare to see the show

we're the company of the tragic empire

about to perform this final act

dressed in silk and coloured clothes and

precios gems, paint our face to make it a mask

ready to get into someone else's feelings

ready to hide who we are

it doesn't matter if I'm down , doesen't matter if

I'm feeling blue, and the only cause is you

why, I ask, to bear all this, identity crisis

you only want love, desire, shameless

the great actor, ruler of the masses

champion of faith, king of the hearts, ace of spades

if I could end this tragedy

if I could change and forget this stage

where worthless actors play in circle

like a snake that bites its tail

and never sees the end

brave as I'm not, strong as I'm not

my chin does not head to the sky, with high cast pride

I am just me, better tha all of this, believe me

I am lost, as you are too in morbid labirynths

of lights, old swords and tragic highness, ho!

if I could just take the door and leave,

it's all yours!

I would go

so addictive this fake me, who lives hundred lives

always glorious and followed by plause

most close cycle

hypnotizing, so persuasive in its crystal clear

semplicity and truth

I'm not but someone else

and every else just wants you