New Dead Project - The Dawn of the Living those golden years made me feel tall and I never forget how I used to feel so strong. those days have passed and left me here but something's still ringing in my ear. not sure what it is but I cherrish it every day trying to find it a shape trying to find a name, not sure what it is but it keeps me wake at night, pumps my blood for keeping me alive... and I see him every day, he's my worst enemy from the mirror starring back at me. I must not forget the only thing I've ever learned: these arms are wings, THESE ARMS ARE WINGS! http://rockerek.hu/