The re-occurring reverberations
Echo in the silence of the night...

Entering a bitter shock, compressed; eyes...
Revive me written in red upon my chest, surrounded...

Immersed in desolation,
memories loiter like butterflies...

(Dustin: Rap)
How often do we fight, to defend our conscience...

Merged, paths unite
crossing lines, tied...

In the bitter cold dark
Riding winds of memory...

Weeping now, I don't know what's begun.
Life was taken away from us...

Romance is the very essence of life
Romance is the very essence of life...

I hate romance
But when I was in Paris, France...

Romance is the very essence of life
Romance is the very essence of life...

Compassion is fraught
stammel rubberized hearts...

Running through the battlefield
Until I die...