1. Catenaggio

Little girl, so afraid

What’re you crying for?

I offeret you my house

But I hid my home

I’m old yet to know I’m wrong

The’re coming from the junkyards

Stealing our bread

And still you keep your hopes

Surrounding my head

I’m old yet to know I’m wrong

Sometimes you can’t recycle

Your frars to energy

And so I0ve got to play hard

Commit some penalty

Year afteryear after year

All our systems fail

Scared and insecure

They smell our trail

I’m old yet to know I’m wrong

I keep them at the gates

Never tread on my floor

We can’t shoot anymore

But they want war

I’m old yet to know I’m wrong

Sometimes you can’t recycle

Your frars to energy

And so I0ve got to play hard

Commit some penalty

It overflows from our hands

It wakes us up at night

We’re skin and bones and ashes

Our defense is our fight