What Is Life? A Continuous Praise And

Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To Punish Is Strong.

History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake... I Would Only Believe In A God Who Knew How To Dance.

If You Stare Into The Abyss Long Enough The Abyss Stares Back At You.