Dragostea din tei

Dragostea Din Tei (Italian Version)

Lyrics:

A nail that sticks out
is quickly hammered into place
Thats the threat they repeat when you stare them face to face

cant you tell
im not for sale
as blue as death
no way in hell

strike me down
ill get up
my eyes glow red
to see you burn

Every day again, repeating all the same
Same sunrise, same sunset
Even my voice is annoying myself
Dont look me in the eye and request my soul
the day you try youll pay the toll

cant you tell
im not for sale
as blue as death
no way in hell

strike me down
ill get up
my eyes glow red
to see you burn

Thanks for listening to my music :^)

NAILHEAD

Produced, Arranged, Composed & Performed by Beau Phillips  Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

200 craters dot the Tara like stars
200 maters make chimaera and pop stars
200 fakers fake their death to traumatize
Play another role to confuse and tell more lies

Who are you I've seen your face before
In an ancient painting, the centuries have been quite kind
Keep the young girls fainting so they cannot trace the lines
That connect, so they never suspect, you are eternal
Stars never burn out just fade into the next phase
Perform the new play 

Coz all the worlds a stage 
The fallen Angels play their part
Keep the audience in cages
So they just follow their hearts
Never listen to their brains or their gut instincts
It's the deceivers age, have another round of drinks
The Tribulation

Coz all the worlds a stage 
The fallen Angels play their part
Keep the audience in cages
So they just follow their hearts
Never listen to their brains or their gut instincts
It's the deceivers age, have another round of drinks
The Tribulation

Our time lines wrong that's why I wrote this song
For forty years of desert wandering is too long
To canvas this flat plain on a quest for truth
After decades in which theyve poisoned my youth 
With tall tales of big bangs, monkey brains so uncouth 

Coz all the worlds a stage 
The fallen Angels play their part
Keep the audience in cages
So they just follow their hearts
Never listen to their brains or their gut instincts
It's the deceivers age, have another round of drinks
The Tribulation
Coz all the worlds a stage 
The fallen Angels play their part
Keep the audience in cages
So they just follow their hearts
Never listen to their brains or their gut instincts
It's the deceivers age, have another round of drinks
The Tribulation

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