And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.
Take one step to the side and it's all absurd.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery...