Old world, so shining Your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind All your sweet abundance Is now a repulsive lie to my life I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace I want to see beyond appearances The blade of my brain is ready to believe There's the need of something else I'll try to break the silly things (The) morbid brain of a saint without a soul to know I'll try to taste (the) earthly goods And the pain of a friend, with my animal sense It's my new religion Or if you want our new world, new time So (the) revolution can start Simply, in the respect of human things