More. You want more. More memories - a link, anything - to feel something new - a sensation, a hug, a smell - anything - because you can't remember anything by yourself - because you aren't even sure anything of yours is still left in your brain - another memory. No, you've already smoked that one through. You need another. Yeah. A new one. Only another memory shot into your veins, then you can stop. Yeah. You can stop anytime you want.
Una memoria. E' tutto quello che chiedi, e poi la smetterai. Solo un'ultima memoria di rabbia.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of pride.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of fear.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of desperation.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of shame.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of happiness.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of sadness.
One memory. It is all you're asking, then you'll stop. Just one more memory of excitement.