Say hello to your leaders. There's nothing competing with them. They are tongue twist and cheaters. In that form they go on. -?- The romantic monastic Laid his hands upon my cheek again You dont ask who the man is Of all the pretty ones, Of all the chosen ones. We had a ball. We had them all. The young and small They dont find the god beneath my wings I hide them all from sinful things Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws Nothing seems to be so far away. Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws Nothing seems to be so far away. Li-le-li-la-le-li-la Li-de-di-la-le-li