what I am:
"Day fifteen...

Easter came, this year, again
and she's still there, we're still there, so still...

Strangle words before they take form,
Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout!

"Touch me", she said and now
Nevermind it was her voice or just words in my brain

Strangle words before they take form,
Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout!

Sometimes we choose to close our eyes
Sometimes we choose to walk away
Sometimes we all just close our eyes
To hide to ourselves what we've become

There we see, we stand, we lay
Spiders they take on my arms, on my legs

Strangle words before they take form,
Choke your thoughts and impulse of shout!

Sometimes we choose to close our eyes
Sometimes we choose to walk away
Sometimes we all just close our eyes
To hide to ourselves what we've become
Sometimes we stand with no choice left
And ask and pray to simply know
Who is this man who stares at us
From there beyond the mirror back

Sentire e non capire
Che tutto cade e tutto è assolto.
Ogni cosa perde il senso
Se non riesci ad accettare
Di averla vista piangere.

Sometimes we choose to close our eyes
Sometimes we choose to walk away
Sometimes we all just close our eyes
To hide to ourselves what we've become
Sometimes we stand with no choice left
And ask and pray to simply know
Who is this man who stares at us
From there beyond the mirror back"