…pain Now you are the ship lost at sea and I'm the storm I've arrived like a tempest of hate, raging You shall learn you will pay for for your sins and you learn All you live will burn I am the wind, I am the rain I am the anger, I'm the pain Like ire of the oceans I reign over thee My siren of vengeance show me the way…

…, you really are raw to your childs, you all do nothing exept a new scheen, you play with other peoples living, they say what they do, and still do, you havens seen th violance, in you, you have taken the northenr people, . you see how the nerves crack, when the split of their wifes.…

…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…

…and fun. Dining at the corner table, which is a cosy and without the neighbours. It gives me a tender feeling, is shows of a privacy and a carring feeling. Dining at the restaurant by the sea, is a fancy moment, and nowhere else I rather be. Tasting champagne from the Spain, makes me joyfull and ready to play.…

…some darker days, some darker days Take a look inside my heart I really like you and I say I know that you see every day of my life My darkest moments, and when I laugh so hard that I cry You keep on loving me, no…

…A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far, far away A child holding on to the magic of birth and awe Oh, how beautiful it used to be Just you and me far beyond the sea The waters, scarce in motion…

…the days, just wasting the time, I make some movies nowadays, when I have time, of music, tro to earn money, somehow. I dont know how easy it all is, but at least, I have tried, I dont feel like sitting in the kitchen…

…of time, to see them, happy homes are, somewhere else. You are all cruel to the women, you see it later, when you have the need of the families, you really no tplay along at all, you take care of all your needs, it doenst really matter who fills it. Its all you and your self, the ego is like god, you dont see yourself.…

…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…