Once you see beyond the mountain, once you see through the veil of lies you will realize what mass media and corruption have achieved. Do not think, have fun!
Remember, remember, The fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Bonfires light up streets all over…
My heart is a tumbling stone.
A small, round, grey ball,
shaped by the northern winds that blow.
My heart is a tumbling stone.
A heavy burden keeping me low.
Where have the emotions gone?
I don't know.