You never fight for any right or wrong,
If you do, you know someone will be there to play with you,
To tare you apart, put you down,
Someone will be
Waiting in the shadow
For the perfect moment to have you flee.

Attack.

You never fight for any wrong that's right,
Your right to be taken, your soul:
Put down and torn apart,
All cavity producers expressing their "sorry *****" : animals too innocent for these games.

Too hard, too hard a take of these sense-less pieces of ****
Turning all elegance in nothing but ****...
Maybe it's all they needed.

' Tad worried...

You couldn't fight for anything that's right for your wrong stood prouder.
To tare a soul apart for you couldn't prove yourselves better any other way.
How could you?
Oh! Don't worry. It's okay. I'm not mad at you.
Not mad at me, at all,
No madness in this house where all illusions brake.

You couldn't fight in any other way, could you?
Not mad at all this, don't you worry,
I'm not mad at myself.
Illusions break: Sorrows: - coming! "