No Sickness Worse Than Imagining

Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of Hardship. No, It Is There Because Nothing Exists But Allah. Poverty Unlocks The Door - What A Blessed Key!

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

You Try To Be Faithful And Sometimes You're Cruel. You Are Mine. Then, You Leave. Without You, I Can't Cope. And When You Take The Lead, I Become Your Footstep. Your Absence Leaves A Void. Without You, I Can't Cope. You Have Disturbed My Sleep, You Have Wrecked My Image. You Have Set Me Apart. Without You, I Can't Cope.

Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.