And there it is, as pure as snow – I couldn’t see it for my head was too low
And prying eyes, they stoop too low, poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows
Defeated I, fighting for a lost cause, depleted I, dying for the wrong cause
These are the hours on the range – the more you show them, the more they choose to take away
Some things never change in the wings and as it’s your war, there’ll be no escape at all.
ANTIMATTER, Fighting For A Lost Cause

Dass jede Liebe ihre tiefe Tragik hat, ist doch kein Grund nicht mehr zu lieben. [HERMANN HESSE]