People are a little better animals
Love is fabrication for those who do not know much;
Family are people who do not let you rest,
Friends are the ones who betray you at the end.
Cold is what constantly follows me,
The past is a pain that I do not want to remember;
Goodness is what I was born with
To prevent me to defended from the evil.
Cigars are all that keeps me together.
Coffee is all about I’m looking forward;
And who could really know
That a guy like this, will starve and fail?
I do not want to go on the street because there is nothing
but continual parade of lies and vanity;
I just want to disappear into the fog,
my own part of peace and quiet.