Crisis a sudden storm comes over life steals the satisfaction kills our conscience makes it sick and we are not the same that easy way in flames will replaced by suspicion replaced by the fear your not outside no laughter hides no moving back no argue left crisis! we were drunken with success we had our masterplans everything controllable today all things brushed of and we reflect and will prepare we let fall the mask this might be next step for leaving our past your not outside no laughter hides no moving back no argue left crisis! a sudden storm comes over life smashed is youe satisfaction