…The end. The songwriter's dead. The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands Of Empathica Of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains…

…sitting at home, waiting for their dads pay real well for Liisa for the honey they got in And with that money Liisa buys some more heroin Do not ask me where all this violence comes from! Do not ask me why there is so much substance abuse!…

…veins Speed and Danger, Speed and Danger Driving me insane Car wrecks and bodies and damage beyond repair It's kill or be killed That's how you play this game (Solo) Put your pedal to the metal It's time to rock and ride…

…didn't know I had it all. On the fields of victories And defeats A drifter's life is both longing and dreams then reality. (instrumental) Wasted time, Candour and lies, For what I left behind, I know the price was high. (2x) No tears to cry, No words to make it right, But now I know that home is Where my heart desires.…

…You have `kein littera`, you want to feed Kittara, you like to surrender, you play your mindgame, its your friend, there is no friend, you have all the games, coming and going, you talk to people, you have a need for…

…CANT SEE THE MOMENT OF THE TIME OR TOMORROW. I WRITE SOMETHIMES THESE SONGS ON THE EL CORTE INGLES. iTS AN CHIC CLUC AND I CAN BE LIKE AN IINES. THE VIEW THERE IS SO NICE, ANYWAY, I WISH TO SEE YOU, i AM STILL SOMEHOW ADDICTED TO YOU.…

…Oh, girl, we are the same We are young and lost and so afraid There's no cure for the pain No shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms In world so hollow It is…