I live in a violent place which I call my country, where the sun is in the sky, but the storm never seems to end. It's a place of sorrow, but I call it a home, where I have my own dark thoughts. But after all it's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain and it keeps me dreaming there is something else... It's cloudy now, because we are a f*cked up generation... It's getting cloudy now...
