Overdose
Lost Kids Lyrics


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Ho visto amici trasformarsi in sassi
E sassi trasformarsi nei miei soli amici
E ho camminato con i piedi scalzi passi più lunghi delle mie radici
Ho visto lacrime diventare passi solo dopo aver bagnato le radici
(Ed ora)

Vedo foglie arrugginite dall'autunno che passa
E già mi treman le mani non è l'inverno che bussa
E non ho mai chiesto aiuto
Ma L'ho scritto nei miei sguardi sotto polvere e calce e le palpebre pesanti

Hai pesato le parole sul piatto del bilancia e me ne hai data una dose sperando fosse abbastanza a darmi quell'overdose quella che ti ho sempre chiesto
Io che (dia)farmi del male forse non ho mai smesso
Non ho mai smesso

Incubi fusi a
momenti cupi mi perdo ah
come in un libro di Lu in ma
vedo i mostri di Burton ya

Farò la fine di Kubrick morto nel sonno di infarto fra una botta sopra l'iPhone e una bottiglia di bourbon

Notti passate ad occhi spalancati mani fra i capelli come fossero le redini dei miei pensieri come a tirare i freni come a tirare fuori gli incubi dalla testa e ogni fantasma che

Dietro la maschera il mascara ti cola come sul foglio l'inchiostro non trovo risposta nelle due macchie di Rorschach

Hai pesato le parole sul piatto del bilancia e me ne hai data una dose sperando fosse abbastanza a darmi quell'overdose quella che ti ho sempre chiesto




Io che (dia)farmi del male forse non ho mai smesso
Non ho mai smesso

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Lost Kids' song "Overdose" explore themes of transformation, struggle, and self-destruction. The first verse talks about witnessing friends turn into "stones" and stones become the only friends, symbolizing how relationships can become distant and cold. The singer mentions walking barefoot, taking long steps longer than their roots, suggesting a sense of displacement and searching for something beyond their current situation. Tears are described as turning into steps, implying that pain and hardships can lead to personal growth and forward progress.


The second verse continues with an imagery of decay and anticipation. The singer sees rusty leaves signaling the passing of autumn, and their hands trembling, not because winter is knocking, but due to their own inner turmoil. They admit to never asking for help directly but have written their distress in their eyes, hidden beneath dust and lime, emphasizing the heaviness and weariness they carry.


The chorus depicts a desperate plea for an overdose, a metaphorical desire for a release from the pain. The singer acknowledges that they may have never truly stopped hurting themselves, suggesting a pattern of self-destruction. The lyrics express a complex internal struggle, one that oscillates between seeking solace and succumbing to the darkness.


Line by Line Meaning

Ho visto amici trasformarsi in sassi
I have witnessed friends turning into stones


E sassi trasformarsi nei miei soli amici
And stones becoming my only friends


E ho camminato con i piedi scalzi passi più lunghi delle mie radici
And I have walked barefoot steps longer than my roots


Ho visto lacrime diventare passi solo dopo aver bagnato le radici
I have seen tears turning into steps only after wetting the roots


(Ed ora)
(And now)


Vedo foglie arrugginite dall'autunno che passa
I see rusted leaves as autumn passes by


E già mi treman le mani non è l'inverno che bussa
And my hands are already trembling, it is not winter knocking


E non ho mai chiesto aiuto
And I have never asked for help


Ma L'ho scritto nei miei sguardi sotto polvere e calce e le palpebre pesanti
But I have written it in my eyes under dust and lime and heavy eyelids


Hai pesato le parole sul piatto del bilancia e me ne hai data una dose sperando fosse abbastanza a darmi quell'overdose quella che ti ho sempre chiesto
You weighed the words on the scale plate and gave me a dose hoping it would be enough to give me that overdose that I have always asked for


Io che (dia)farmi del male forse non ho mai smesso
Me, who never stopped hurting myself


Non ho mai smesso
I never stopped


Incubi fusi a momenti cupi mi perdo ah
Nightmares fused with dark moments, I lose myself, ah


come in un libro di Lu in ma
like in a book by Lu in Ma


vedo i mostri di Burton ya
I see Burton's monsters


Farò la fine di Kubrick morto nel sonno di infarto fra una botta sopra l'iPhone e una bottiglia di bourbon
I will meet the fate of Kubrick, dead in a heart attack in his sleep between a hit on the iPhone and a bottle of bourbon


Notti passate ad occhi spalancati mani fra i capelli come fossero le redini dei miei pensieri come a tirare i freni come a tirare fuori gli incubi dalla testa e ogni fantasma che
Nights spent wide-eyed, hands through hair as if they were the reins of my thoughts, pulling the brakes, pulling out nightmares from my head and every ghost that


Dietro la maschera il mascara ti cola come sul foglio l'inchiostro non trovo risposta nelle due macchie di Rorschach
Behind the mask, mascara runs like ink on paper, I find no answer in the two Rorschach blots


Hai pesato le parole sul piatto del bilancia e me ne hai data una dose sperando fosse abbastanza a darmi quell'overdose quella che ti ho sempre chiesto
You weighed the words on the scale plate and gave me a dose hoping it would be enough to give me that overdose that I have always asked for


Io che (dia)farmi del male forse non ho mai smesso
Me, who never stopped hurting myself


Non ho mai smesso
I never stopped




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Flavio Strabbioli, Gabriele Breccia

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Sid Stovell

If losing your big brother to drugs isn't enough of a lesson, what is?
Sorry for everyone.

Anthi A

I agree, there is personal responsibility there.

Kaotico99

We dont know how is depres in other so is better not to talk loud

Mo Swiney

As a mother who lost her 21 y/o son to fentanyl, thank you for being so aware of a problem that is killing a generation…there needs to be mandatory education with fentanyl in every school. But there is not. This poor family loss is horrible. You can tell the remaining sibling is trying to hold it together for her parents,but I guarantee she is pained to her core

myhorsemyheart

I tried to talk about fentanyl with my niece...she's in her early 20s. Her parents got angry at me. They have "not MY child syndrome"! I don't care how angry parents get... it could save their kids life to hear about the dangers of fentanyl!!!!
I hate that this happened to your family. It definitely should be discussed in school at an elementary level. Kids as young as 12 are dying.

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Haylee Atkins

I've been sober for 6 years and stories like this make me so thankful every single day 🙏

anjelasaafia

yes, the solution.

Babygirl Dixon

Awesome, sweetheart 🙏🏼yes, thank God💜💯

Redbone 88

Haylee what a life it feels so good being sober now I’m praying my little brother shakes the addiction and start living again!!!!

Haylee Atkins

@Redbone 88 When he hits rock bottom I promise he will get Is sober. I will be praying for him. When I get pregnant with my son it really saved my life. I never went back

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