…? Do you think baby and marriage make me forget it all? Do you think that kind of stat is healthy and carries far? How far you want to push me, what do you want me to say. I want to see you naked. Nobody on the sheets…

…makes me forget it all. Do you think that kind of start is healthy? How far you want to push, do you want me something to say? I still want o see you naked, nobody of the sweet packings make me to scheer up, everybody who…

…akateemikoit Aikusii lapsii tyydyttämäs tarpeit, tää on se myö kuollaan nuorina, mind state Kun ei kiinnosta säännöt, elämä on kotibile jonka jälkeen tulee häädöt Mentaliteetti sotilaa, kulmat ku kotimaan Survival Mode…

…colder of full path, but does it change anything, of you, is it easier alone to move. Then comes the emptyness, if you like it, everything is fine, otherwise its all the same beat, like if, your head is like a broken glass, it doesnt matter, what kind of music, is the walch.…

…of it the living. You all have your own criminal profils, its raw, eben your dad has a good work, in health care, you like that life, you look sad and tired, you have violent surroundings, you like that kind of life, you spread the sickness all over, you work in medicine, its your life.…

…You all have the same kind of education, you have no hurry of anywhere, you have kind men, they really have better love and things, they buy them flowers and jewelleries, take them to the airports, pick them up from…

…, you do nothng, exept the work. You all have your freedom to talk, nowadays its easy, you just need to jump to bus, and have a nre walk, just wolfs like to jump in your home, you get irritated of their talks. You…

…exposure to company is accompanied by x-rays, by the time these babies are declared, they have a perfect horror of cold. thus they are perfectly able to immigrate these puppets, these minors, ask me so spiders and steel…

…of kind and so mind numbing It's kind of like losing touch And I can't find me inside I hide in an empty smile And I have left me behind In words that aren't mine The scene, the scene - the screen's endless In style in…