Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more.