…Young dumb rich Young dumb rich I've bee riding with these same three chords For so long and you still don't know my name PYRY Now you know my name Now you know my game Soon to be wonderful yeah They say you gonna…

…I've seen you breathe life into the weakest of hearts And heard you scream out loud the sweetest poem Echoing across the ocean, reminding me why I still try To hold onto whatever is left of you and I Shedding skin to a…

…eval talk. You all have the several kids, you shout to each other, its your thing, you all have a one flat, its not much, you dont own hotels, its not my life, you have the rich kids lifes, you are protected by the europolice.…

…I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, With a begging bowl in his shaking hand. Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. I do, but walk by. An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his…

…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…

…every rose, You've been sent by hope (You'll grow cold) I am the nightmare waking you up From the dream of a dream of love (Just like before) Let me weep you this poem as heaven's gates close Paint you my soul scarred and…

…You are always surrounded by all the women, it must lift your selfestime, I havent seen you to life any other way, you are not a public person, who must accomodate to this kind of living. You are getting older, havent…

…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…