…Sing for your tears a song of the hatred No one can hear 'Coz your life is forgotten I want to give my life to you but my will is tied with puppet strings I am fighting and screaming alone inside this empty room They…

…to care about what other people might think about it - What the other people? It's my art, It's my fucking modern poetry. - We ain't making art. We are trying to make money. You wanna eat? Gotta eat. - You got a, you got a point. And that's why, why I'm trying check out this shit. Right, aha…