And just to make a connexion you're gonna sell your soul, everything is pointless that's what they wrote—and when everything is wrong they'll speak with a devil, being themselves, but they won't think about it, who cares? And if I lose this connexion I'm gonna drown in my tears. No matter how they hurt me I'm gonna blast all my fears, to save this beauty, that makes me feel alive, I don't care what people say, for them—im gonna die, you don't know what they said, I'm the most important person for them. When they talk to a friend, I'm so jealous and can't, can't describe how I feel when I see them again, they should stop communicating with this piece of “irritating”, don't leave me my Lord for you I'm a high-score. What do you mean, you don't want me, my Lord—I don't care if there are years behind me, in a little cage when I think, about the things you've done and told me before—I am the one, from the dreams of my Lord, the fever dream to belong, the panacea if somethings is wrong, didn't you say you'd stay forever with me? Obviously they aren't wrong!