is a shame. "Turn to me, tell me what's wrong, I'll help you out!" -Don't spread rumour! I've let you come too close to me, nothing to do, it's my mistake
before, you can't say anything new. You think you're in the chosen few, but you're just one in a million, finally you'll see, you can't change the world
I can feel this power clearly in my heart, I still keep this burning right from the start. I'm looking around in this crowd, if everybody feels it all
won't solve nothing at all, so pull yourself together, let's get your things straight! Maybe you can start again, but I don't think you ever can, you
ve always been, and I'll be more, nothing can destroy me, nothing can stop me. To stop means being dead? A strange power motivates me and continously whispers, there's no stop
false echo remained. Once there was a movement with so splendid goals, now a scary vision, shows it deprived of its roots, gone to cul de sac. The arm holds