Emma is a girl, she don't care about anyone Many boys are dead for her Emma is a tree, she don't care about anything Green leaves on her branch, sun kisses her ...

I don't care your fuckin' orders Sharing in your march Sleep in your beds And I will not say "Yes, Sir!" and "Yes, Sir!" Wearing with your rags and your ranks I...

E' come vivere in un limbo dove colori e suoni vivono in disarmonia. Piccolo punto tridimensionale, soffoco l'esistenza con l'arma dell'apatia. Vivo un deserto ...

TS said: “We are the hollow men, the stuffed men” Here we are… ” Whispering with dried voices that are so quiet and meaningless as wind in dry grass Or in our c...