…horrendous emptyness inside Can you help me? I wanna feel your touch in the Night Unpure is my dark delight What a lustful sight before these eyes, oh darling? I'm gonna feel the wrath of the king 'Coz touching you was a…

…same feeling, that during the teenages, everyone has their own lifes, you barely see their faces. You cant really count to their word, they do, what they want, there is no respect or fear. Their life is not that busy…

…Trying to remember the names of the places Where we used to go when we were young It's so weird that when you get older Feels like time is going faster You just try to hang on And realize what is real You built your…

…crimes in medicine, you say you belong in the agenda group, you can do what ever you want. You all lead the same life, you have flats, and your old wifes, they cant excape, you run other peoples life, you observe the in loop, there is the next genaration, already working in the city, during the days, and nights.…

…A gap in everything, not only in the houses, cars and in these little things, everything is just huge. All my staff fit to the small room. It can be a baby room, there is all kinds of things, to thse kind of boom. We…

…colder of full path, but does it change anything, of you, is it easier alone to move. Then comes the emptyness, if you like it, everything is fine, otherwise its all the same beat, like if, your head is like a broken glass, it doesnt matter, what kind of music, is the walch.…

…pumps to their heads, all the fun is always violance, like in music tv, they do it in real llfe, no limits, patolocic violance is just fun. You think it is really a joke, but it is not, they life of their illegal work, you never seen such a life, the life carries long, until you are killed of their mean work.…

…YOUR SPERM, TO BE PREGNANT AS I PRAYED. THIS IS JUST A ONE SONG OF LIKE THESE PEOPLE, IN FINLAND LIKE TO FIGHT. THEY HAVE THEIR OWN PERSONAL PROBLEMS. THE DOMESTIC RELATIONES NEED A NEW OBJECT, WHAT TO USE FOR THEIR NEW…

…skies hanging lower The bubble of growing vice You ask yourself what the hell is this We were meant to be something Like the better day In this place gone is your heart Have you done your best Spent time to wait for…