Mankind is measure. This process is set. We cry for a change - we call for a change. But without movement we stand still. This is a face of a speechless
What happened to our culture? Suddenly all of us became products of our environment. With the aim of individuality, mobility, flexibility and effectivity
Sometimes at bus stops and on daytime soaps you can here people say " no peace for the wicked" They never offer a nuanced version. And maybe words are
I do not feel very comfortable here. What made me is unclear, but I still feel kind of trapped. Love or hate. I did my best to run away from my passions
Another useless statement. This conversation is dead. We sit and talk for hours. But nothing is really said. You look at me: I look at you. "Everything
It's hard to rise. When another weight is put on your broken back. We give with our left hand with our right hand we take ten folds back. It's not our
Everything of today is falling. It's decaying. Who will support this life? Do you? Feel the passion to embrace this life? These are the men of today.
Death squads trained to serve the pigs rage for hegemony. Blood bath scenario- violence strikes again. And while greed writes the history, human rights
Somehow the fire went out and these winter days left me cold. Spending my days counting empty bottles really don't satisfy me anymore. Walls built to
Silent genocide whole nations left to die, and we are so sad to tell you this cure is not for free. You cannot pay, so you will have to die. And we are
Arm your fists with smashed bottles. Aim at the patriarchal portraits.Repacked sex keeps your interest as we were living fuck machines. Nothing falls
Tulkojums: Kaospilot. Vicous Cycle.
