…friends, all the relatives, in their own cities, they have no life of their own, they take their money, in hospital zone. You all like your money, you get it, even with violance, all the time, you really have no hobbies, you stay at home, all days, you have time to be criminal, at your own.…

…you really what y-ou do, in hospitals you kill and weaken, then people have wooms, you really take good care of humans, you arrange new naval injuries, it feeds you ego, everyday you want to see, injuries, you life of it…

…you and I, we're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.. Whit you, I'm alive... Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide…

…need. You like people to suffer, you make cancer to them, you and your friends, you feed the hospital, like there is no other kind on life or livings, you control in your tables, there we can see, how much power you want…

…with every kinds of people. But doesnt it leave you empty, in the middle of everything who are just talking. You and me are both the same, but may bevalues and morals, are not the same. Your comfort zone, is not like…