…, everyday, all the nights are the same leukemi-violance, you just feed your women, with killing and beating, you all are committed to the same crimes, against humanities, and civil laws, arrangeing civil wars, Its like in…

…It's poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess (Tears of joy fill our eyes) We are safe where disfigured saints Cry out their prophecies of doom My heart's a graveyard, baby And…

…You all are so lovely, I havens seen this kind of life, for years, you start to get irritating, you your own relationships, and younger years, I never sow you then, now you are everywhere, in your gates. Peopla have…

…seen the world like somebody else. You still like innocence and romance, you play with love, like cupido somewhere else, is it in italian place, where you have a room for Versage.…

…have had sisters, to do girly things, and have more lady evenings. We could have had a lady room, do have girly talk, and live in our own moon.…

…angel (now) walks beside (him/her). The wilds are (so) dark and the road is stony and often it might even be quite slippery. Oh, soon could the little child fall, (he/she could fall,) if the hand were not in the hand of…

…got so used to all of that drama Life is a bitch but you know so is karma Bottle of wine and marihuana Doing what I do best Getting fucked up Hotel room, broken hearts in a hot tub But you know There's darkness and it…