Troppe parole (e le sento)

Three inches above the floor

Man in a box wants to burn my soul

And I'm tired, and I'm tired.

Is that the truth he says

The pain is easy

Too many words, too many words


And I can hear 'em


If you're hearing screams

Come back child, come back

My hands are dry

But I know they're gonna make it

Just one more night

Too many words, too many words