Il senso dell’odio - Salmo

〈Lyrics of "Il senso dell'odio"〉

〈Intro〉
There's nothing left but hate
There's nothing left but hate
Ah
Ah
Ah
(Salmo Lebon)
Ah
Check, check

〈Verse 1〉
I feel even worse sometimes, "what are you talking about"?
I'm talking to myself, should I be worried?
I'm afraid to wake up tomorrow aware
And knowing there's not the next one, maybe
If you knew how many runs I've made
And all these years of "I should have"
"Could have," "Must have," "Wanted to," "If it was."
Or maybe if I had a normal face
Without socializing issues
The way I live is instinctive
I write verses for the upset ones
I love the feeling of hate, corroded
Like those who know they'll never be famous
But by "famous" what do you mean?
In Italy it is meant by how much you sell yourself
〈Pre-Chorus 1〉
The principle of the artists
Is to stand parallel to the line of what works
We may be different
It's enough for me to see you under the stage singing my verses

〈Verse 2〉
I'm drowning over here
In school I used to sleep until the last hour
I've never opened my eyes since
I dreamed of being a college student after graduation, maybe
If you knew how many runs I've made
And if hate was a brand, I'd definitely be the endorser
I'd see my name on the bags
I hate those who take everything seriously
Too seriously, too seriously
And they look at you funny
Just because I can change the track on your stereo

〈Pre-Chorus 1〉
The principle of the artists
Is to stand parallel to the line of what works
We may be different
It's enough for me to see you under the stage singing my verses

〈Chorus〉
There's nothing left but hate when it all ends
You'll still find me here, where sense feels it, hey
There's nothing left but hate, he dictates, I write, ha, ha, ha
As long as you feel the sense of hate you can say you're alive
〈Post-Chorus〉
(Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but

〈Verse 3〉
I would like to go back like John Titor
Who? Maybe you've never heard of him
Anyway, I was saying, I'd like to go back in time
Leave everything as it was
Take myself as an inspiration, feeling unholy
Relive everything the same way
Everything you do has its worth
Memories are like mafia
Repenting is a dishonor
I have a heart colder than Asia
I have trouble getting to to sleep before three o'clock
I never wake up before three o'clock (Three o'clock, o'clock)
I work at the bar and like everyone I dream of being a rock star
I hate my city like the half that can sense it
The other half share the feeling
But they can't find a way to say it, hey
For those who don't get it
You'll find me where the sense feels it
〈Pre-Chorus 2〉
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)
There's nothing left but hate (Ah)(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
There's nothing left but

〈Chorus〉
There's nothing left but hate when it all ends
You'll still find me here, where sense feels it, hey
There's nothing left but hate, he dictates, I write, ha, ha, ha
As long as you feel the sense of hate you can say you're alive

〈Outro〉
There's nothing left but hate (Salmo Lebon), ah (There's nothing left but hate, there's nothing left but)
There's nothing left but hate (Always here, when everything ends, everything ends, ah) (There's nothing left but hate, there's nothing left but)
I could say I'm alive (When everything ends) (There's nothing left but hate, there's nothing left but)
I could say I'm alive, yeah (There's nothing left but hate, there's nothing left but)
Ah, ah