Singer: pyrokinesis. Page 11

Tell me how to survive this winter?
And the warmth of the people is not better than the can of gasoline.

Everything is burning, and I throw firewood.

Everything goes too fast, not brake.

We are at war with dark, but with hope for the dawn,
We continue to hide weakness and cracked armor.

These people don't know what to fit his anger in yourself.
Hoping that she is not against such neighbors,
I tell those people that merciful.
Show them the softness of heart for the weird gossip
What I can tell society is tired of the naysayers?