Music

The utterly formation of communication of humanity

In the demonstration of its evidence

Some

Have called it religion

Some

Have called it rebellion

Some have called it

Recreation

Yet

We define it blossom flowers

Bizarre stories

Hollywood movies

Call it love

We are

Berlin Psycho Nurses

When I was 12 years old

My father took me to a new bank in town

As we seated at the looby

There was a young guy comes in with a red scarf on his face

He shouted to the fat security guy saying

Here comes the gangster

He said 'here comes the gangster'

He said 'here comes the gangster'

And then bang bang bang

He put three bullets into the fat man's head

My father gently pressed his arm on my shoulder saying

Son don't you be afraid

I said 'I was not'

Then he smiled and turned his back to the corner

He slowly reached out for his left pocket and

Pulled out something

I had never seen before

But I just have seen once

But I just have seen once

My father

He pulled out a red scarf on his face

That was the last scene

That was the last memory

Since then I never saw my father again

All I can remember about the rest of the afternoon is

The sound of his pistol

It goes bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

It goes bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

It goes bang bang bang

Bang bang bang

It goes bang bang bang

Bang bang bang