I cut away one my hand and now I'm trying to cut the second one. It's not possible... You made a promise,that you'll buy myself. You made a promise,that you'll jab my eyes off. You made a promise,that you'll dig my grave... So I'm just simply walking hear and looking for you and ewerywhere I meet statues look-alike myself. The pieces of stone, which somebody gave them my features... I don't know,why I'm breaking them one after another and crying. I don't know,why I was born...