(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito)

the price of the hunger is fear

the lamb and the slaughterer are here

something you've said before I came

something kissed my soul

and my land of thoughts shined

pickin' up your fears

and I cannot poetize the life

of an add job man of the crime

so ... so ... and how do you call this

maybe the first fall


I've thought of the dinner crime

the perfect way to die

but I can't reorganize my mind

my mind master of the worst crime

I'm the assasin, are you afraid

you are killed by the onion


the spice that you like is fear

food that you need is real

you've tasted my speciality

cooked or underdone is cruel

nothing can change my plain

next to you I feel no blame

yes I'm very well by now

thinking about my work for crime

but watching you I recognize

your pale ghost in me.