Death in Palermo

I wanna spit my guts
Show you my soul, my insides, my flesh, my blood, my tears
I wanna be honest
I wanna show you my hands, stained with dirty colors
I painted a whole world for not particulary anyone to see
They call it unperfect
Say it's too much
So they wash my hands and everything else
they shove my heart back into my chest
sew it up so I never dare to show it again