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And the old religion humming in your veins
– Anche la vecchiaia murmuratio in venis tuis
Some animal instinct starting up again
– Quidam instinctus animalis iterum incipiens
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
– Ego autem tam arcte vulneratus sum, vix etiam respirare
You wonder why we’re hungry for some kind of release
– Miror quid sumus esurientem quia quaedam release
So tired of being careful, so tired of being still
– Tanto son di piacere a sentir piena di sé
Give me something I can crush, something I can kill
– Da mihi aliquid quod possum opprimere, aliquid occidere possum
A lightning strike, a fallen tree
– A fulgur percutiens, lignum lapsum
And I’m afraid, oh, don’t let it find me
– Et ego timeo, o, ne inveniat eam mihi
But you can’t outrun yourself, you’ll see
– Et non poterit avolare de angustia sua, verum est
And I’m powerless, oh, don’t remind me
– Et non sunt facienda cum excessu.
And it’s the old religion but the urge remains the same
– Et vetus religio est sed eadem cupidine manet
Freedom from the body, freedom from the pain
– La libertà dal corpo, dalla morte
And it’s your troubled hero back for season six
– Et suus ‘ vestri turbatus heros retro pro tempore sex
When it’s at its darkest, it’s my favourite bit
– Cum suus ‘in tenebris suis, suus’ meus ventus frenum
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
– Ego autem tam arcte vulneratus sum, vix etiam respirare
You wonder why we’re hungry for some kind of release
– Miror quid sumus esurientem quia quaedam release
Watch me crawl on hands and knees
– Videte me manibus et genibus repere
And scratch at the door of heaven
– In via portat. ‘ [748] fatuae sunt
A lightning strike, a fallen tree
– A fulgur percutiens, lignum lapsum
And I’m afraid, oh, don’t let it find me
– Et ego timeo, o, ne inveniat eam mihi
But you can’t outrun yourself, you’ll see
– Et non poterit avolare de angustia sua, verum est
And I’m powerless, I know, don’t remind me
– Et ego non sum impotens, scio, non admoneo me
And it’s the old religion humming in your veins
– Anche la vecchiaia ha i suoi vantaggi
Some animal instinct starting up again
– Quidam instinctus animalis iterum incipiens
And I am wound so tightly, I hardly even breathe
– Ego autem tam arcte vulneratus sum, vix etiam respirare
You wonder why we’re hungry for some kind of release
– Miror quid sumus esurientem quia quaedam release
A lightning strike (And it’s the old religion), a fallen tree
– A fulgur percutiens (et vetus religio est), arbor lapsa
And I’m afraid, oh, don’t let it find me
– Et ego timeo, o, ne inveniat eam mihi
But you can’t outrun (And it’s the old religion) yourself, you’ll see
– Sed praecurrere non potes (Et vetus religio est) te ipsum videbis
And I’m powerless, oh, don’t remind me
– Et non sunt facienda cum excessu.
