in the credo
it is us against authority
and for love
and peace
my dear.

my dear my dear my dear.

how can i make it through this waste?
i know this love longing sickness is magic
i know it is magic
but it hurts
and it is twisted.

how come you let me go, when i was so ready to fight?

now i cannot even fight for you
and i have to go on and on alone
again.