Nyanyi jom.

"O' Bryn, you seek through the dark,
Right pass the fireflies that sleep in my heart,
You know that it's easy to see,
wait for the season, to come back to me."
Bryn.

"Saturday nights in neon lights,
Sunday in the cell ,
Pills enough to make me ill,
Cash enough to make me well,
Take me, take me, to the riot."
Take me to the riot.

"And we can do the zarathustra,
We can do the broken fist,
We can tear down all the borders
or abbreviate the list,
And when finally the finish line
emerges from the mist we'll sound
a soft alarm."
Is this love?

Okay dah lah, cukup dah. Cakap dah, bosan, malas nak fikir panjang-panjang.

Now, who wants to lend me a hand researching on Totalitarian, Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler? The whole Nazi movement.