Quando un amico ti dice qualcosa che ti traumatizza e ti rovina l'infanzia...

Stereo: all around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces

*il mondo crolla*

Stereo: bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere

*muoiono tutti*

Stereo: Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression

*l'infanzia ci abbandona*

Stereo: Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow

*apocalisse*

Stereo: And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

*trauma psichico*

Stereo: I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
when people run in circles it's a very, very mad world, mad world

*istituto psichiatrico*

Neurone 5: ora basta
*spacca lo stereo con una mazza da baseball*