She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot.
You've got to follow that dream, wherever that dream may lead.
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.
Since the beginning, it was just the same. The only difference, the crowds are bigger now.
Animals don't hate, and we're supposed to be better than them.
What's the good of reaching 90, if you waste 89?