(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.