…the birth to the grave. You do it all by yourself, You take your space with violance, you have given everything, so easily, you have no responsibility, its all somebody elses fault, you play the same game, as long as feeds your soul.…

…, isn't it a burden, you like your kids, you take them everywhere, you have money, it makes life easier. Stille people want them, even they have nothing to give, an empty life, to start over and over again, the same.…

…. Human rights all day long, you are not kind, to people, not at all, they dont want to se eyou nomore, it has been enough, all the time, same style, like a sick cat at home.…

…I just sit here, at the office, in front of my desk, writing lyrics, I have nothing else to do. The same old world, is just going on, at the same track, I just wonder how easy is your work, its like a teens talk. It…

…not a big world, where you play. You all seem to be so irritating, there is not much of left, you have time to spend, in coffee tables, all days, you all have been at work 20 years, notthing new to learn, just the same field.…