…don´t need to work, the days go slow, there are just body-moves, the skin on skin, like they see it. There is no deeper meaning, ' or maybe you don´t want to see it, sacred families, maybe we still need it. Maybe history has taught us, you think life is unique, seen it thousands of times.…

…of my own, its easiel, someday, to see familiear faces. You maybe should take a shower, i think you need it now, ' you all are keen on other peoples lifes, its big city life style. You all have the same, lifestyle…

…You have your corrupted lifes, 'it corst so you life, you beat them to the wheel chairs and kemo, your girlfriends eat death people, they get boost of it, 'they like to see miserable faces, their ego needs it. They…

…You all are some relative, you beat women so that they move, you take all the space with fear, nobody wants to see, you it has gone too far, over the years, rainbow families beat people, to the hospitals and graves, it…

…, just some familiar friends. You all like a diffenrent things, they have kids from other families, i dont afford of such a things, its really appreciated, i dont know what you want, 'they spend their lifes to other…

…They drank all booze They stole and killed Fields and flames and Families without homes Men with their golden swords Horses' armoured heads Iron harassed hard Blades of weapons slashed In silence the village lie down…

…from dawn till late in the evening I'm professional at leaving in peace You'll shit bricks when you see me but it's never gonna happen I'm a blind spot, black hole, a ninja chameleon A miracle child of Houdini and Jesus christ And when I die, I know I didn't cause the armageddon…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…I can remember the horses of the pasture Misty mornings and cool of the evenings. I can remember when the wind whistles In the corners of the house. I can feel the fear of the dark When shaking under My little bed…