SANGTEKSTER
An empty plate for love and hate
So hungry like they never ate
And if you fight, no one fights back, 200 killings
Now I know that death is wearing black
A hand that holds me without strength
A hand that touches me without weight
The troops of love are flying out, very angry, very loud
You can see it from the air when you get hit
You don’t know where, and nothings seems fair
A hand that holds me without strength
A hand that touches me without weight
And with no flag left to defend
A hand that pushes me
Anything as long as you touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me
