There are no world free of it's clash but... that's the way of loneliness.
''You have to live before you die young''
Remember the shades of that living dream.
Start a war.
Reach the underground.
Poison your blood with subculture.
SEARCH FOR CHAOS
Like the agonist that I am...
When I look myself in the mirror I want to cry.
YOU ARE EMPTY! -I say- EMPTY!
Drugs are a mere vehicle for passionate deaths.
Inside my brain the feelings are frozen, forbidden by everyone.
Why am I hearing this?