Primo Levi letra

The damage I've wrought, the death that I've brought, the pain I support, all makes a sordid mirth of my good intentions. For every 'yes' a thousand 'no's' and for every dam that I tried to built there is a promise of flooding and a memory of the ocean. Once I thought it for the best to never, ever give up and I still do think it for the best to never, ever give up.
Hopelessly so, for every good reason just sounds like a bad excuse. O, I've grown weary of saying no, but friends it's all I've had. Only nails in flesh, nails in wood, a crown made of barbed wire. Still at the end of day all that remains is bitter shame of having survive by compromise as others die. Bitter shame.
Once I thought it for the best to never, ever give up and I still do think it for the best to never, ever give up, give up, give up. I hope I die before the day when I have to give up, give up, give up. Give up. If you choose the burder is it still a burden, even if it taekes your life? The fool and the martyr are bred of the same soil. Who can tell us apart?

Lack - Letras

• 5 O'clock In The Evening
• Achilles And The Tortoise
• Dawn
• Deserters
• Disburden
• Falling From The Peak Of Truth To The Catastrophe Of The Dissillusioned
• Great Russian Nihilists
• Kill Britney
• Marathon Man
• New American Century.org
• Pessimist Poetry
• Primo Levi
• Ritornello
• Simonix
• Solipsist Letter To The World
• Soot, Smoke & Ash
• The Gay Revolution
• The Only Thing That Can Save Us Is Despair
• When Even The Most Honest Of Emotions Turns Into A Commodity
• Zur Genealogie Des Modernen Menschen