…, isn't it a burden, you like your kids, you take them everywhere, you have money, it makes life easier. Stille people want them, even they have nothing to give, an empty life, to start over and over again, the same.…

…Oh, who is raised by the sword Can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire Can't be burned Awaited by immortality Are the ones sacrificing their lives To blood, to victory, to the truth As ye saw, as shall ye reap We…

…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.…

…yourealized it, we are not the same, we have used to be, I still do these legal things, its my work, its not my passion, or first choise to live like this. I have just studied it in the university, i could have done…

…I just sit here, at the office, in front of my desk, writing lyrics, I have nothing else to do. The same old world, is just going on, at the same track, I just wonder how easy is your work, its like a teens talk. It…

…not a big world, where you play. You all seem to be so irritating, there is not much of left, you have time to spend, in coffee tables, all days, you all have been at work 20 years, notthing new to learn, just the same field.…

…You all are attach by the corona, its medicine people, who have their own diseases for a livetime, you all are observing places, which is not nessecery, you are fired, of the crimes agains the humans, its not the school…

…stilll live in Turku, its my hometown by the sea, they are not ready, anywhere to move, they life is same here, they want the security. They all have families and work, theis schedule is different, than our work, I am getting older, I just want the life quality, not to be stressed all the moves.…

…Christ Cut in half - infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet Everyone must bury their own No pack to bury the heart of stone Now he's home in hell, serves him well Slain by the bell…