...I'm on a little little little road that leads me to insanity...

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin

No, contro questo non posso vincere.
Ci ho provato: ha vinto lui.
Scusa.
Scusate.


Long road to ruin
There in your eyes
Under the cold streetlights
No tomorrow
No dead end in sight


...Give me some rope I’m coming out of my head...

Perchè proprio io?