Cripple Bastards — Misantropo a Senso Unico song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Misantropo a Senso Unico" by Cripple Bastards.
Lyrics
Porte in faccia 7 giorni alla settimana
Andare avanti con niente in mano
Sapendo di esser soli nel mirino di tutti
Un giorno volevo bene almeno a me stesso
Ma la mia vita é diventata un cesso
QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO
Davanti — la forza di consumarmi oltre ogni limite
Anfetamina per massacrarvi di odio
Dietro — la società del compromesso
Programmata fino all’ultimo pezzo di vomito
QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO
Un numero, una divisa, un qualsiasi lavoro di merda
A voi va bene quello perché siete solo quello
Uomini… vermi… non vedo differenza…
O come in quei vecchi libri di fantascienza:
Due braccia, due gambe, un televisore conficcato al posto della testa
PATETICI
Porte in faccia 7 giorni alla settimana
Andare avanti con niente in mano
Sapendo di esser soli nel mirino di tutti
Un giorno volevo bene almeno a me stesso
Ma la mia vita é diventata un cesso
Davanti — la forza di consumarmi oltre ogni limite
Anfetamina per massacrarvi di odio
Dietro — la società del compromesso
Programmata fino all’ultimo pezzo di vomito
QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO
Questa é una strada a senso unico
La gente mi fa schifo
Lascio tutti alle spalle, tiro dritto fino all’ultimo
P. S.:
Misantropo é chi, in un eccesso di vita
É stato abbandonato
Doors slammed in face 7 days a week
Goin' on empty-handed
Aware of being alone in everyone’s sights
Once I used to love at least myself
But my life has become disgust
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
In front — the strength to be consumed beyond all limits
Amphetamine to massacre you with hatred
Behind — the society of compromise
Scheduled to the last bit of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
A number, a uniform, any shitty job
That’s just right for you because you’re just that
Men… worms… I can’t see any difference…
Or just like in those old sci-fi books:
2 arms, 2 legs, a TV replacing the head
PATHETIC
Doors slammed in face 7 days a week
Goin' on empty-handed
Aware of being alone in everyone’s sights
Once I used to love at least myself
But my life has become disgust
In front — the strength to be consumed beyond all limits
Amphetamine to massacre you with hatred
Behind — the society of compromise
Scheduled to the last bit of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK
I LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND, STRAIGHT AHEAD TO THE LAST
Lyrics translation
Doors in the face 7 days a week
Go ahead with nothing in hand
Knowing that you are alone in everyone's sight
One day I loved at least myself
But my life has become a toilet
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
Ahead-the strength to consume me beyond all limits
Amphetamine to slaughter you with hate
Behind — the compromise society
Programmed until the last piece of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
A number, a uniform, any shitty job
You're fine with that because you're just that
Men ... worms ... I see no difference…
Or like in those old science fiction books:
Two arms, two legs, a TV stuck in place of the head
PATHETIC
Doors in the face 7 days a week
Go ahead with nothing in hand
Knowing that you are alone in everyone's sight
One day I loved at least myself
But my life has become a toilet
Ahead-the strength to consume me beyond all limits
Amphetamine to slaughter you with hate
Behind — the compromise society
Programmed until the last piece of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
This is a one-way street
People make me sick.
I leave everyone behind, I shoot straight to the last
P.S.:
Misanthrope is who, in an excess of life
He's been abandoned.
Doors slammed in face 7 days a week
Goin ' on empty-handed
Aware of being alone in everyone's sights
Once I used to love at least myself
But my life has become disgust
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
In front-the strength to be consumed beyond all limits
Amphetamine to massacre you with hatred
Behind - the society of compromise
Scheduled to the last bit of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
A number, a uniform, any shitty job
That's just right for you because you're just that
Men ... worms ... I can't see any difference…
Or just like in those old sci-fi books:
2 arms, 2 legs, a TV replacing the head
PATHETIC
Doors slammed in face 7 days a week
Goin' on empty-handed
Aware of being alone in everyone’s sights
Once I used to love at least myself
But my life has become disgust
In front — the strength to be consumed beyond all limits
Amphetamine to massacre you with hatred
Behind — the society of compromise
Scheduled to the last bit of vomit
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
THIS IS A ONE-WAY STREET
PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK
I LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND, STRAIGHT AHEAD TO THE LAST