Come capirete dall'immagine qui di fianco, The Flyer non parla di qualcuno che ha scoperto di saper volare, bensì di qualcuno che era fermamente convinto di saperlo fare ma che, un giorno, ha scoperto che era soltanto una sua illusione. Ovviamente lo ha scoperto nel momento peggiore: mentre si gettava from the roof of a building!
Obviously I'm joking about, actually the song, as you will understand from the text and the explanatory sottotilolo rather, talk of suicide (the summer puts me in a good mood that I will not tell :-)). The rest, as usual, is left to your interpretation and especially to your own experiences, take it and make it what you want - just do not say it's yours! I think it's my saddest song up to here - read: The superhero makes him a great blowjob - and probably will be one of the songs that will be loaded on myspace soon begin a preview of Wounds. For now I leave the text .. Enjoy it! ^ _ ^
The Flyer (Chronicle of a Sucide)
In every life
there's a red line
you dare not cross
if you want to keep your world together
the red line is a circle
drawn around you
sometimes it's wide
sometimes it's small
seemingly good friends
surrogate lovers and mates
should stand on the line
to prevent you from falling
close your eyes
and step ahead
cross the line
of things that are not acceptable
affection is cheap
love overrated
around you like vultures
they watch you dying
honesty is senseless
to desperate children
there's no poetry in pain
you're lost and useless
and the one thing that you forgot
is the one thing that you need
Now I'm over a building
skyes so high that is my redline
my left feet starts moving
there're no one stopping me
and I'm falling over
wrongly thought I could fly
Now fall down from a great height and my last thought goes to you
Goodbye Ramona
Goodbye Ramona
Ramona Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye
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