1. DIFFICULTIES OF CROSSING A BORDER

Hey, Mr. Officer I'm neither less nor more than citizens of your country, though you wanna believe that I'm less and I know as long as you don't see the potential consumer in me you'll do everything to keep me far away from your promised land. But if you want to know, I'll never be the one, who'd like to share your bread with , and I don't need your promised land. Because I can't feel myself comfortable in a place where people are divided like blacks and whites. Do you know what happened last time when someone tried to alienate one race from the others? I'd rather not think about it and pledge allegiance to all humans of the world. And not to the citizens of one country.


2. CITADELS BURNING

Why are you shouting against certain things when you just do the same? I can't believe you're so fucking ignorant. Instead of breaking walls down together you're just rising them high to the skies. Your actions driven by your ignoprant arrogance just fuels their fire. And we don't have the time to spark ours. How many words have been said, but nothing came true, how many songs have been sung, but it seems all that we've found are some deaf ears. I just can't believe you're still here at this point. And if you keep doing your pity things we won't reach forward for the cause. The saddest thing is that you're always having crowds, who believe and follow blindly your slogans. But don't expect me to follow you and don't expect me to believe. I'll be the first one to throw stones at your citadel, I'll be the first one to burn them down. Burn them down. I'll watch your citadels burning, I'll watch them end in ashes. End in ashes.


3. MORAL IS DEAD

Definitions arise from the power what you're holding in your hands. Creating all the rights and wrongs, not feeling the weight of your responsibility. Numbers rule your life. Number of humans you control. Numbers of manipulated consumers who keep your products alive. Whatever that products might be: conceivable or inconceivable. You sell the beauty you sell the happiness you even try to sell the truth. But all in all what does your beauty mean us...what does your happiness mean us? Your beauty might be our beast, your happiness might be our sadness, your truth might seem just lie to us. Universal moral is dead. Universal value are dead. Dor me the were never existing. There's nothing universal in this world.


4. ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME

in the blink of an eye you're ready burn everything we've built for ourselves. Your imagery of welfare just makes us believe and surrender false gods, who sit on their altars built from human blood and suffering, while watching this new-age gladiator game and selling us the feeling of security. And we just close our eyes and let the suffering screams bypass our ears, while millions are condemned to breathe dead air in these deadly fields. Freedom restricted. Voices unheard. We use each other, we abuse each other, we kill each other. Just to be the first, just to be the best, just to obey some set of values someone else showed us. Passionate existence seems to be disappeared in this mad and inhuman fight for questionable welfare. Everybody dies, but most of us doesn't live just survives. But the flame of hope is still alive and I call all those who still care. The flame of hope is still alive and I call all those who still want more. In these desperate days we still strive for freedom.