What Has Changed Me Into Something I Don´t Know


Forgotten Feelings I Never Know


Eyeballs Bouncing In A Room Of Blinded Me


Careful Of The Feelings I Thought I Knew Me


A Man I Is Waiting At The Corner


Screaming At Me


Angry Hate For Myself The Hidden Me


A Close Of Angry Words No Sight To Put Them In


Hateful Sea Of Love With No One To Put It In


A Classic Film Of Yesterday Is Just Today


Once Tomorrow, Maybe Never. I Hate Me





Bricking Myself Into The Wall Of Wretched Sin


Hoping To Be By Myself I Won´t Let You In





My Product Is Only Second Grade


I Hate To Discuss What This Man Has Made


Forming In My Hands I Know It All Too Well


Staring At The Glass I Know Myself To Well





Hate Is Just A 4 Letter Word


Hate Is Just A 4 Letter Word