These walls fear death, but inside, a group of guys bring the remaining life out of me and I am ever thankful, because they prolonged the plans that those evil three had for me. So please don't shut doors. I'm Scared. Be it day or night they will leave, and god only knows if they'll be back in one piece. When they were gone we got a gift from number three, on the loose and under the spell of ecstasy, using sticks and fists to kick the shit out of me. They can't penetrate, these dying walls will protect where the wolf roam. My exit from the market could have drove me mad but I must say that I am happy to go back to the ground. Memories will always stay and I will live forever in the hearts, in the hearts of those young ones. Where the wolf roam.