It's sad that people need guns to protect their lives, it's so ironic.
I wish I could go to a wonderful place that comes from my mind and stay there.
What do we need to be happy?
Why do we hurt ourselves?
It's sad, but governments need armies and wars to protect their borders
And to expand the borders.
These borders, that come from our minds
And restrain us
There is no chance to cry
When your lungs are full of laughter
After all this shit we've got to know
Why do we care about it?
Why do we think about what we've lost
When we still have so much left.
All profundities help us to see
The great power of mountains