From the people come the power From this power come the change

From the pain come the dream

So what's one little kiss, one tiny little touch? Aah, he's wanting it so much I swear that this is royal blood, running through my skin Oh, can you see the st…

This old familiar craving I've been here before, this way of behaving Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore Let it pass let it go let it leave From the de…

A political country is like an American forest; you have only to cut down the old trees, and immediately new trees come up to replace them.

Nothing is so common as to see a political upheaval pass practically unnoticed merely because the names of the leaders and their parties remain the same.

The desire not to destroy the palace but to move into it oneself has always been the occupational curse of revolutionaries.