…the cradle, one fine dirty angel. One hopeless act too fatal, saw the sunrise, this is my life. The revelation is you. Behind your bars lies the truth that hurts, eyes like shooting stars. Tiresome story of loners…

…It's poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess (Tears of joy fill our eyes) We are safe where disfigured saints Cry out their prophecies of doom My heart's a graveyard, baby And…

…trips, they are all the time, taking distance, of your own worlds, you see all the time the sex, its your input, you like the love games.…

…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…

…this feeling, Precious moment that I live in. Dancing naked - the sound of freedom! We went through frosty lands of glory, saw the sky and a million stars. Careless temper, sinful thoughts, we found a place and threw…

…to count, all for you, you dont even read your papers, all your energy goes, to talking, the pother have hobbies, they are keen on seeing their faces. You come to talk about every thing nonsence, you come from the woods…

…, you still play your sdoctor games, you are structural operator, we know it. You make all your operations,of your own, you like to test everything, it causes cancer, and other things, you all want to see the symphoms, you beat legistlative people, who deside of your freedom.…