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.