If They Don't Think, People Act Senselessly.

Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects Are Left To Pine In The Dark.

We Can't Feel Anything - All That's Left Inside Us Is Dust.

Without Truth I Feel Ashamed To Be Alive.

From Our Ugliness Will Grow The Soul Of The World.

The Working Class Is My Home Country, And My Future Is Linked With The Proletariat.