…By your heartstrings, I am hanging from a dream Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze Come look at the scars smother a heart Opening up No more Tiptoeing along a strand of your hair suspended between These…

…the end there is no right, just variants of wrong I'm still waiting for the cavalry Trade all my love for one dive in the light After all these burns I welcome the night Come, drift away now with me Trading myself for nothing…

…of that to fight. Your gang loves a coffee in the mornings. Waiting me to pour it and have my door open. to enjoy the hole boundaries, is a new hobby. the mornings are hard, for the evening persons, sleepless nights…

…Into the night (into the night), you and I torn and broken Bleed into the night Blinded by the sun's brightest rays Radiating from the sharpened razorblade (razor blades) Side by side; darkness and light Play their game…

…the birth to the grave. You do it all by yourself, You take your space with violance, you have given everything, so easily, you have no responsibility, its all somebody elses fault, you play the same game, as long as feeds your soul.…

…been in the same stages. Its time for me to settle down, I have seen europe and all kinds of fun. I have travelled through the europe by train, to see, how life in somewhere else is, and old faces to meet. do we have…

…beside, police do nothing, years just pass by, your criminal records are like in usa, nothing is prestigeus for you, you just run your criminal game.…

…I AM YOUR BUTTERFLY GIRL, I DONT GET HURT, I LOVE YOUR BODY, ITS GOOD FROM EVERY CORNER, I FEEL ALL THE TIME SO HORNEY, I CANT EVEN NAME AN OTHER PONY, BAILANDO FERNANDO, CANT YOU HEAR THE MUSIC, IT GOES SO DEEP TO THE…

…, been waiting Always praising final hours Like the time was never right Able to sense the rising light Yet still feels I'm sinking Never beared no resemblance Against any living soul You told me how you've been, been…