…Night broken my hand Sanctuary before my night turns We are the streams of virgin snow Greater dying is the earth and sky Moonbeam her blessing the symphony of greed Sleeping of the cadence falls The sea winds in the…

…I'm drained but aching for more And the devil inside is reading The words of the saddest poem To be engraved on the stone on my grave I'd kill to share your pain (and carry the shame) And sell my soul for you just to…

…of time, to see them, happy homes are, somewhere else. You are all cruel to the women, you see it later, when you have the need of the families, you really no tplay along at all, you take care of all your needs, it doenst really matter who fills it. Its all you and your self, the ego is like god, you dont see yourself.…

…You all seen to be so good, you know nothing, but violence moves, you like your girlfriends you beat them all, you sex is all the time violent, to the people, in neighbours, behind the doors. You make them tired, like a…

…truth in disguise? The truth is found behind the wall of lies We should be disarmed now or never Or the war within ourselves will last forever I can't be what you want me to be Come and take my hand, no need to understand…

…here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past…