I am happy
With whom i am...
She\'s talkin to herself
Walkin down a lonely street...
The wind blows through the green leaves
the cars go by one by one...
They said the day would never come
when the terrorists landed here...
I can hear them
the doctors, messengers of death...
You assume with my presence
That I have been here before...
Why have I left myself in such a situation,
it's time like these that all is compared and...
Hypocrites are repulsive,
juding others based on appearance...
She is the lady in black,
Wearing a black skirt...
Media manipulates us.
Tempers with our feelings...
POP SOMETHING QUICKLY TIME IS RUNNING OUT
SOCIETY IN SUCH A RUSH, SIMPLY FORGOT...
Oh what a day,i wake up to birds sing and people...