Monday, September 19, 2005
Thrice and thrice.
Wake up, everyone.
It is not too late to save the remnants of our hearts, so stop giving up. This is our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood.
We laugh at honour and are shocked, when we find knives in our backs.
They are sick, they are poor and they die by the thousands and we look away. That is because we do not have the time, here at the top of the world.
We hold our own by keeping our hearts cold.
