Disturbed Piercing Copyright

Da qualche giorno, riascoltando tons of music as my usual, I rediscovered an album that I listened for several years.
One of those albums that set aside in the box of the past because they do not feel the need for more, but in reality will be part of you forever.
This evening, during yet another hearing, brought me back to my 16 years. A time when I had dreams impossible for the head and I fucked highly of everyone and everything. Unrealizable dreams exclusively for the place where I was born and raised. I guess if I had the opportunity to go in a big city and the first outside Italy, what would come out of me ...
highly questionable choices, "either / or", curiosity and dreams things ... which have always characterized my life.
Speaking with a friend on msn I got thirsty. Open a beer and continue with the hearing. Part of
dreams are made, even if it is cost several sacrifices and having to eject the "ballast" unnecessary from my life.

Rock 'n' roll, Rob!

She caught the melting sky It burned
But still the winter passes

By and by To the other side A slow parade of


wind That blows through threes That wilted with the seasons

children Are we saved by the Words Of

bastard saints Do we live in fear or faith Tell me now
whos behind the rain A maze of tangled

grace
The symptoms of for real? are
Crumbling from embrace
But still we chase..the shadows
Of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of
The roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate
Or play the fool for our own sake
Tell me whos behind the rain

What do we need where do we go
When we get where we dont know
Why should we doubt the virgin white
Of fallen snow
When faiths our shelter from the cold

Quicksand jesus im so far away
Without you
Quicksand jesus im so far away
Without you
Quicksand jesus im so far away
Without you

Quicksand jesus I need you
Quicksand jesus I believe you
Quicksand jesus im so far away