…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.…

…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…

…? 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…

…you were, we all know,i t is a shadow of wellfare, i love you anyway, you make me complete, in a physical way. For me you are kind in bed, you keep me as a child someway, yes, I havent seen so much experience, I havent…

…My future, and my past I ain't concerned by it My to-do list and my plans think time heard of that shit? The things I missm and the things I wanna, things I should do Shit don't exist What I gonna, or the things I…

…at here, I don't realise why I am still kept (here) like I have done something bad, (my) only crime was, that my mom is guided by King Alcohol, dad died before I could even remember him, now I'm in a place where these…

…To live like in hotels. its your game during the days, its now a flag day party, everything is nice, even though you dont see, it that way. You can do what you wish, in here everything is easy, it feels like a you play…

…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.…

…Covered the carcass of time with flowers To send the scent of blame to the grave Set the darkest thoughts on fire And watched the ashes climb to heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed…