An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like
they never ate

And if you fight, noone fights back - 200
killings

Now I know that death is wearing black

A hand that holds me without strength - a hand
that touches me without weight

The troops of love are flying out - very angry,
very loud

- You can see it from the air - when you get hit,

You don't know where, and nothings seems fair

A hand that holds me without strength a hand that
touches me without weight

And with no flag left to defend - a hand that
pushes me

Anything as long as you touch me - Touch me -
touch me - touch me