The sun never rose this morning. History has been blurred. Words have lost their meanings. Like us. We have all clearly lost our meanings. Screams are the passion of feelings overlooked. We're only guaranteed one thing in life; a death certificate. Every where you go, tragedy. It will find you. Screams are the passion of feelings overlooked. Say to me that we both breath the same, 'cause I know my blood flow won't move the same, can't move the same. The roads have caved in and we can't take this anymore. I can't take this anymore. Hold your breath and close your eyes. In time, everything will...it all will die.

pyrko pyro2k3@o2.pl