What do you do when love hurts?
Who will you go crying to?
And what if there's no-one there for you?
That's the moment when you realize, that maybe there's something better in life, than spreading tears over somebody, who's never there for you... who was never there for you.
No tears left in your body, just the strenght within you, passions of years, past emotions and fears. Logical thoughts mix with the whole, finding a way to get to your brain.
Soul is frustrated, seeking some peace, asks all the time: where's the end? Are we due to the end? Maybe fighting inside, I'll get to that end.
Furious flow, starts building up power, the revolutionary flow, can bring down a mountain. You didn't think that, the strenght you posses can be such empowered just by your head.
Now you feel like a soldier, hero of yourself, you'll bring the peace fighting within. Against the black daemon, that seeded inside you, planning to take over the purity bit, pushing so much that you were forced to quit.
But the hero resist.
