Testo Nobody Wins
Alessandra Amoroso, il concerto è già sold out
Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there's no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You want it all and you spoil it for nothing. The Scene is dying. You bleed it dry. You'll get what you want. You feed on us, but you're so wrong. Now running out of fuel who worships you. You persecute you. The music fails you. Who hails you? The royalty of a shitty scene. It's a joke you can keep it.