When A War Is Won, It's The

With Maternal Love, Life Makes A Promise At Dawn That It Can Never Hold. You Are Forced To Eat Cold Food Until Your Days End. After That, Each Time A Woman Holds You In Her Arms And Against Her Chest, These Are Merely Condolences. You Always Come Back To Yell At Your Mother's Grave Like An Abandoned Dog. Never Again, Never Again, Never Again.

Sometimes I Have The Feeling That We Live In A Dubbed Movie And Everybody Moves Their Lips But The Voices Don't Correspond. We Are All Post-synchronized And Sometimes Is Very Accomplished And Looks Natural.

When A War Is Won, It's The Losers, Not The Winners, Who Are Liberated.

I've Had A Lot Of Fun. Good-bye, And Thank You.

Disease-carrying Thoughts Swarm And Multiply In The Dark And Twisted Labyrinths Of Our Minds, And All That Is Needed Is A Mob And A Good Political Slogan For The Epidemic To Be Spread Once Again, With A Burst Of Automatic Weapons Or A Mushroom Cloud.