We're still trapped in the club, looking for air, seeking smokes that could tell us why we are here. Outside it's the same, in the street nothing more than the prison of my narrow head, how is it possible to leave ? In smokes and alcoholic steams we tried to escape, finally we're back trapped, drinking water from the tap, trying to forget what we've seen, what we've done in the burrow, following Alice like every night since Lolita has left me, what happened to us ? What's left when I see in her eyes that she'll never back home ?
Escaping hand in hand in artificial paradises, where I meet the Stranger, the Stranger from Schizophrenia, growing in me like an iron flower hurting my heart; baby make me bleed once again, for the last time, kill the Stranger who drives me mad, day after day.
I have to ask you one more thing: please don't let me become the man I wanted to be before I met you.