LYRIC:
Maniacal thoughts travel throughs the streets 
Free to do what they want
Apparently clean and shiny windows 
Conceal rooms full of dirt
Who sits at the top of the society
Also sits on a mountain of lies

They want to burn our eyes with their lights
They want to fill our ears with their screams 

Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind?
Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind? 

Opened eyes - freedom to our mind
Opened eyes - freedom to our mind 

Big drawers are full of memories
And wastelands of ideas
Hands are ready to clap the delirium
While silences are full of injustices
There are people have lived for humanity
And  there are people that abuse other people 

They want to wash their clothes with our blood
They want us breathe their filth 

Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind?
Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind?
My strange mind
My strange mind

In this world we build something to believe in
Cause we need a better world to believe in

Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind?
Is this world (go crazy, go crazy) 
Or is just my strange mind?
My strange mind
My strange mind 

CREDITS:
recorded and mixed by Paolo Campitelli
lyric adaptation by Gloria Manzillo

Harshine