Ничто в мире так не помогает мне и не поднимает настроение, как хорошая музыка в наушниках.

"No I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe that the world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feeling
We're dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Selling our soul for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away

In a world so cold."