You all have your wicked games, 'you make love days and nights, you love to see people cry, you like still the same ways, like your where the child, they are all beated by the wood and iron, in the gates you shine like a violent star, you really see your goal, its all the time sicknesses, you drive your bmw, lead the kvartal beer life, waiting all the time.

There they all come, they have something in common, the childhood in the same areas, you still feed the same kids. you live in you houses, you have now better places, and happier houses.

You like to travel, you look the internet every day, you write your own stories, and colour it, your way, you have no money, only the working days, you have no surroundings, you have olways made peole suffer, its all about your needs.