My world consists of lies
friends self centered and egoistic...

In the present i still see
In my mind we would be...

Familiar you seem
in the dust of light...

Here he comes
brutal and mean...

Gather around the square digged hole
and prepare to meet my dear old friend...

9. the bittersweet feeling held inside
8. a stupid act of selfish pride...

Children playing
In the dust of a war...

Between life and death
exist a fog of souls...

Shining bright in the winter light
listening to the tones...

Daily news
lies and pain...

From the biggest tree
to the smallest creature...

Through our eyes we see
and with our ears we hear...