An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate   And if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killings   Now I know that death is wearing black   A hand that holds me without strength - a hand that touches me without weight      The troops of love are flying out - very angry, very loud   - You can see it from the air - when you get hit,   You don't know where, and nothings seems fair   A hand that holds me without strength a hand that touches me without weight      And with no flag left to defend - a hand that pushes me   Anything as long as you touch me - Touch me - touch me - touch me