…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.…

…You all want to see people, you are social, they like to fight, its starts to be boring to watch all the time, you all have the same life, they get along well, the sickness, is their game, you spread it like a diseace…

…I dont see you much, your love is invisible, you do what you want, see people, i dont see you much, you just need to see people, you have all your fans, its your life, you like to make a fights, all the time you have…

…makes me forget it all. Do you think that kind of start is healthy? How far you want to push, do you want me something to say? I still want o see you naked, nobody of the sweet packings make me to scheer up, everybody who…

…hava a gap, itis a financial gap, territorial and tits a age gap, it is a educational gap, publicity and lifestyle gap. What can I really do, I can do music, draw and do legal work, thats what i can do. Obviously I cant make money, which seem to be a real gap, its our own sociaty style gap.…

…just huge, all my stuff, fit to a one room. I can be a baby room, there is all kinds of things, to this kind of boom. What can I really myself to do, I can do music, draw, and do something, what judges do. I can work…

…INTERACTION, AND WANT TO HAVE FUN THERE. TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM PERSONAL INSULTS, IT IS A EVERYDAY WORK ON THIS LEGAL BRANCH,. YOU WANT TO FIND OF THE OFFICE YOUR SHELTER, YOU HAVE HOME A SPACE, MAYBE YOU CAN FIND JOY FROM…

…Two worlds inside of me What is dark, what is pale? Two worlds, but I can't see What is real, what is tale They don't care what I say Is it clear or is there fog? That is all the same cliché Give me just one silent…

…go on and live a lie What more can I give What more can I say What more can I do When we've reached the point where you're A thief that holds my heart I keep questioning Do you ever hear my voice When the spotlight is…