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I ll be honest with you
I hate war in all it s forms -
Physical, psychological, spiritual.... emotional... environmental
I hate war...
And I hate having to struggle - I honestly do
Because I wish I had been born into a world when this is not necessary
This context of struggle and being a warrior and being a struggler
Has been forced on me by opression
Otherwise I would have been a sculptor or a gardener
Carpenter - you know, I would be free to be so much more...
I guess being part of me or part of who I am, a part of what I do
Is being a warrior - a reluctant warrior, a reluctant struggler
But... I do it because I am committed to life
We can t avoid it. We can t run away from it
Because to do that is to be subservient... to devils
Subservient to evil and so that the only way to live on this planet with any human dignity at the moment is to struggle

I answer to no one
And make no mistake
Got my thumb on the pulse of the nation
And it’s mine to take
A whole new world
Is in my eyes
A land of anger
Why must they die?

Out for blood

Murder – lashing out, the will to kill,...

Hello, my old friend.
It s good
to see you smiling.
You ve been around so long,
you must be strong.
And single life really
has its fine points,
Like friends to help you out
when things go wrong.

Hold back the tears
That you ve been cryin .

Pogoda ducha

Rano wstajesz zły
Wszystko z ciebie kpi
Nie chce ci się nic
Zwłaszcza żyć
Wiec biedny jesteś
Bo nie wiesz nawet
Ze masz prawdziwy skarb
Skarb w postaci mnie!

Kto rozjaśnia ci wszystkie szare dni
Kto nadzieje ma aż do dna
No...

Runaway

Every new day
That you start
Plans the minute
You re flagging
Your heart
Where you
Waking up today
My little runaway

Every red eye
That you cross
Makes the next
Feel serious
Where you
Waking up today
My little runaway (4x)

Very silver shell
That you crush
Will be enough
Where you
Gonna sleep today
My little runaway

When you feel
Like everyone
Wants to kill
The unicorn
Where you
Waking up today
My little runaway...

Volver

Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos,
van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron,
con sus pálidos reflejos,
hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso,
siempre se vuelve al primer amor.
La quieta...