Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects

When You've Nothing To Live For, You Get To Thinking Inside Your Head.

I Want My Word To Be Up To The Scale Of The Feat Of Arms Performed By The Russian Soldier.

My Body Gets Weak Without Truth.

The Working Class Is My Home Country, And My Future Is Linked With The Proletariat.

Busy Remaking The World, Man Forgot To Remake Himself.