…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…life. You really are like these guys, they take it all and use services all their lifes. You really feed them gladly, only your needs come first, you just like it. you dont really care nothing else, except your own…

…You all are already over aged, you work in industrial sector, you work all day long, you have good works, you still have another kind of style, you talk and work on chanel, where you can be, what your person really is…