I start this note with a surprise sometimes i wish when I wake up I wouldn't see the sunrise I live for the dream Not the reality I don't need there
a tree lives to see the end of centuries or a random hand picks it instantly life is art, a miracle for all to believe, I must tell you that you lived
that respect, the mood and expectation of bad times became a self-fulfilling prophecy.) "Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames now, ooh, the humanity" (Live