From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, the goads of...

The most beautiful time of your life,
can't be captured...

The waltz of beauty
and the very cognizance...

Idiot: " Come on, look into my glasses
and see how clear the world would turn...

Life is somewhere between the length of hyenas...
and the sweet tweet of nightingales...

The magic...
of entertainment...................... .......of...

Everything would end.
Why we are able to live...

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...

The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...