Like a butterfly without wings.
Only one of many leaving beans.
I am tired and I'm feeling strange.
I'm in fetters, in a gorgeous cage.
I am tired, but my tears are few.
In the gold cage I'm so far from you.
You are free, but I am just a slave.
And it's too much hard for me to save
Quiet,
Submissivence,
Obedience,
Silence.
No.
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
Scream!
октябрь 2008