Headphone Brain Cancer?

Customs has history

forced still dominated life until death
and not disguise it languishes Despite not even
turns him on the other hand
crouched reverence gives way to own fear


fate is what stand it is because
just take out everything but give only
already know who's best for him
Fron is good things already said enough


Thought and is already done
too long, everything went his way
missed then the chance of new blood
also nothing directed


So not the world now awakens quickly as
victory will be back in the old
only together can work wonders
but he creeps painfully continued


the world so they can not be changed
independently each made for herself
little hope
desired goal of peace, the door remains locked


for comfort because of the lack of many words
and yet there is a light sparkling
not only to quickly or too loudly
it still holds hope it takes

you desire to be should do it wisely
can take as the hated power
drum in the message you are
in much thought you are not alone