Don't take it personal I choose my own fate I follow love I follow hate. Passion that shouts And red with anger I lost myself Through alleys of mysteries I went up and down Like a demented train Searching for something That makes makes hearts move I found myself. But my best possession Walked in to the shade And threaten to drift away. (Searching for something That makes makes hearts move Left you behind as if I could Possess by Quixote's dream Went to fight dragons in the land of concrete.) Rolling in pain Discovered what hurts And tasted hell Infatuated by madness I danced in flames And drunk in the depth of love.