Two shadows moving on the ground
a mother is holding her daughter's hand...

Watching your lips moving
forming words...

Reality is plastic
life is gymnastics...

No pain, no gain
No trash, no hash...

You don't have to die
to scream aloud...

I am too honest to lie
but I am too sad to tell the truth...

Empty cement walls painted white
welcomes you back home...

Who cares about the broken hearts
hunted souls, fairy tales gone bad...

Thin, thinner, thinnest
fat, fatter, me...

Move my heart with your words
Make me understand what is to be you...

He walks, he talks to him
Oh my God....look...

I wish to hear
how airplanes take off...