…You can always talk to the diary, if you have a lot of tought or just energy. You can make a music of it, make the people listen to you, its different, than the lessons, at the universities. All is ment to be fun, if…

…In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet…

…Somebody told me to shit on the wing On the edge of concentrated life the void:,:…

…Once a wolf in wilderness Now caged in darkness Once a child of the wind Flame burning inside, eyes open wide Betrayed by my own kind Displayed in a cage like my father One day I will break all the chains and my heart…

…The story behind the painting I drew is already told No more tearstains on the pages of my diary Tired but unable to give up since I'm Responsible for the lives I saved The play is done (The play is done) The curtain's…

…I AM RUNNING OUT OF THE CITY, TO TAKE A REST, TO TAKE MY OWN TIME, ALSO SOME PRIME TIME. I HAVE SPEND A SUMMER IN THE CITY, WORKING AS A FREELANCE, TO SEE HOW YOU DANCE, I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, THERE IS A NEW STORY, TO TAKE…

…We are falling down so slowly In small pieces like your kingdom of glass We've been waiting for so long And this is just a beginning I hear your thin voice calling from the mist A distant siren awakens me from sleep…

…Blinded I am And so are you By shedding tears Confusion that separates us two... We hold dear Just look into my eyes Kiss our fears goodbye I'm reaching for your shadow Drowning in The kiss of dawn Touching the pain…