Don't take it personal I choose my own fate I follow love I follow hate.
Passion that shouts and red with anger I lost myself Through alleys of mysteries I went up and down like a demented train
Searching for something that makes makes hearts move I found myself. But my best possession walked in to the shade and threaten to drift away.
(Searching for something that makes makes hearts move left you behind as if I could possess by Quixote's dream went to fight dragons in the land of concrete.)
Rolling in pain discovered what hurts and tasted hell infatuated by madness I danced in flames and drunk in the depth of love.