…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.…

…? Do you think baby and marriage make me forget it all? Do you think that kind of stat is healthy and carries far? How far you want to push me, what do you want me to say. I want to see you naked. Nobody on the sheets…

…of kind and so mind numbing It's kind of like losing touch And I can't find me inside I hide in an empty smile And I have left me behind In words that aren't mine The scene, the scene - the screen's endless In style in…

…Did you know, hoe you hurt me. Does it make everything later easier? Do you think, that I forget. Do you think, time softens the rooms of your brain. Do you think, i forgive you.do you think baby and all the staff…

…of it the living. You all have your own criminal profils, its raw, eben your dad has a good work, in health care, you like that life, you look sad and tired, you have violent surroundings, you like that kind of life, you spread the sickness all over, you work in medicine, its your life.…

…blows I'm on the ruins of time, I feel so hazy These words are all in vain, but I'm sure that no one knows and if they do, they go completely crazy I look at you, I see the world I don't know where I roam I'm like a…

…, you make people tired of your games. Its really not a childs game, you all beat lethal diseases all the days, you kill people in hospitals, its just fun for you, all day long, you and your friends roll the department…

…highness If you thought higher of yourself, you'd be up in the clouds But here let me help you down So don't tell me that you wanna start working it out when it's too late to question now What about me? What about what I want…

…all have the same explanations, you like the war style, its now peace, in the land, there shouldnt be that kind of style, we live in peaceful place like scandic coutries, You all have chosen the prof, its the science…