ive come to the end of the road, in my futuristic fantasy

everything is more beautiful, because i rock, therefore i am

if you want to party, come and join me in this irony

the reverance of transcendance being so empty, so in love

where respect for nature reigns

i will remember that dove in winter

that nothingness of every mutation

since life they say is but a love song

the quality is my search

for the answer to my fate

before my time is up

did you come to see me suffering?

thinking is not illegal yet

in this culture i grow

yearning to know

and i cannot protect myself, so protect me

to all the fake believers

who do not want me blessed

why should i feel guilty when i am at rest

what more can i confess?

when you love somebody

don't you feel sorry for me

i'm right where the universe wants me to be. ...