I Was Born A Long Way From

After A While You Earn That Privacy Is Something You Can Sell, But You Can't Buy It Back.

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

Oh, Time Is Short And The Days Are Sweet And Passion Rules The Arrow That Flies.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.