When it's time to reveal the secrets , we have to open ours arms to those whom are close , children , wife ...but certainly it's not our enemies affaire , dear passenger treat me right without your packaged prejudices ,dear gentle fox it's like a burning desire to admire the other being extinguished by his own pain, you misunderstand us by your fast lies, don't put your arm around my neck , I 'am not your friend anymore , don't stay close to me , I missed my last train to my secret island , I can't feel your last pulse your precious breath , crumbling close to all these bodies , lying on the street.