Fading Vibes Testo

When we were little kids
we tried the seven deadly sins
in the attic every summertime.
The wet felt smelling silent kind.
We❝d play light as a feather,
stiff as a board
and you❝d press to my hips as we❝d
slip through the floor.
The grey, grey ghost is coming out
of the bright white sheet that was wrapped about him.
The shade, shade, shade, could have been mistaken, but I swear that the sunlight was shooting straight through him.
Let❝s make a mess of this banquet
while our bones are soaked in blood.
When our skin and cells are bankrupt
we❝ll be deposit in the dust.
Try to stay soft
and remember to bend
the chance to get supple will not come again ❝cause in time you will find rigor mortis sets in.
`cause in time you will find rigor mortis sets in.

I failed and I failed but my failures were passing, grew hair
and a tail and was all the while asking,
❝Does it stay like this?❝ and ❝Will it end like this?❝
❝Does it stay like this?❝ and ❝Will it end like this?❝
I❝m afraid that you❝re fading away,
you❝re not coming in clear.
I❝m afraid that the games that we❝ve played
have turned desperate and dear.
I❝ll try to stay soft
and remember to bend
the chance to get supple will not come again 'cause in time I will find rigor mortis sets in.
All that you cherish will perish.
ll that can punish will pass.
I know you❝ll hit the ground running
when you ditch the road at last.
Well, we failed and we failed
but our failures were passing, grew hair
and a tail and were all the while asking, ❝Does it stay like this?❝ and ❝Will it end like this,
is this supposed to hurt or are we sensitive?❝ There❝ll be no red rose the day you die
there❝ll be flies round your nose and rings round your eyes.
The clock ticks on we don❝t have a say,
we let one hand wash the others dirt away.
We❝re doing way too much,
we do it way too often.
What used to be a crutch
has become a coffin.
It❝s been good to be alive,
but I❝ve simply got to go.
Someone❝s on the other line
and they❝re calling for my soul.