It's sad but the people need guns to protect their lives, it's so ironic. I wish I can go to the wonderful place that come from my head and stay there.
What do we need to be happy? Why do we hurt ourselves?
It's sad, but the governments need armies and wars to protect their borders And to get to new borders. That borders, that come from our heads And hurt ourselves
There is no chance to cry When your lungs full of laughter After all shit we've got to know Why do we think about it?
Why do we think about what we've lost When we still have much to contain. All profundities help us to see The great power of mountains