Nefarious winds brushed off my cheeks
With each important footstep I took
I got closer to the edge
Half-smiling
The vine has grown, in a utopia
I\'m anchored to paranoia
Fragile China
My back arched like Sierra Blanca
When I was shot with kaleidoscopic colours
I thought I was going to die
A wolf cry echoed by
A wolf cry went scoot
Everything\'s going to ruin, bitch
Per l\'amor del cazzo
Cazzo la mia vita
Last night was a bastard
But the jazz band played on
Ha ha
Ha ha ha
I laughed at jokes
Found myself on an elongated road
Submerged in a foggy dream
Like a proud fool, dyed-in-the-wool
Taking constant blows to my self-esteem
Trying to block out gut-wrenching images from my mind
Why won\'t the intrusive thoughts abscond?
When will this epoch end?
Each day it\'s getting harder to breathe
Twenty three deserts
I\'m tired of making an effort
I\'m existing like a phantasmagoria
Brother of the heir to the throne
Each day it\'s getting harder to breathe
Black clouds, pumice and ash
In the shadow of Mount Vesuvius
Standing like a semi-colon
I can\'t remember the last time I watched the television
And I have a hard time expressing my emotions
Rip me open.