too many
fucking people
I don't know why
but people make me angry
inner segregation

isolated
solitude
depressed reality
saves my sanity

happiness is a state of mind
sadness
fills all minds all the time
we are not alive

I wish I'd never see
another human again
keep my hostile thoughts to myself
I'd rather be alone

Losowe piosenki:
Language
Stab In The Back
The Way That I Want You
Dirrty Dirrty
It's Gonna Be On
Broken Hearted
Slipping Aw
I Don't Want To Bring Your Gods Down