…I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME, NOT TO IRRITATE ME ALL DAY LONG, I WANT AN ADULT RELATIONSHIP, WHICH IS MORE CARING, THAN PLAYING AND TALKING. I WANT YOU TO CARRY MY BAGS, TAKE ME TO WORK, PIC UP THE KIDS FROM SCHOOL, COME TO…

…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…

…I hid the keys to unlock love's heart To hold you in my sweetest pain and suffering Everything's unfair in our lust and war Redemption beyond right and wrong In our hearts, love keeps sweet-talking to despair And goes…

…easy to kill. Maybe it was already said, she was cannibal. (Never ever thought I would need that thing. Wanna love, wanna kill - are you talking to me?) Holding someone’s heart in her hands kinda tells it all. (Never…

…. I NEVER SEEN SUCH A FIGHTS, EXCEPT IN PRESSES, MAYBE IN SPORT FIELD, WHERE ITS LEGAL, AND HAVE NO OTHER FACES. NOW I HOST A TALK SHOW IN EUROPE, ITS MADE FOR ALL THO PREVENT BORDOM, IF YOU FEEL LIKE TALKING, SEND ME MORE INTUITION, TOGETHER WE CAN START TALKING.…

…, nothing att all. You all talk your own lifes, its really something, you get to your heads, all the time, just to get some talk, over the years, you guys do nothing, the women have to run, all day long. You all like to…

…- eye to eye closely. You and me downtown girl - I've been lonely. For pleasure now I am, telling you to love me! You and me downtown girl, the bad king is talking. Scared eyes, shaky hands - hoping to die. Tries to…

…shame burns him. At last he understands. He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins of his past life. He raises his hand to the skies, "Oh god of thunder, God of my fathers, Strike me down for what I've done!"…

…Sails up! We're leaving today Distant lands are calling Cowards stay at home; this is a quest of true men Farewell, should we never see again Weeping women waiving at the pier When the sky starts cry But neither rain…