Damaged

... the smell of an old mans beer reeking breath

Glue Sniffer

... without drugs - we jump over the fire - listening to the dervishes tales

... an old tune plays in the jungle of hell

... together they whisper confession of the empty night

..with all the trophies in a shrine - she makes her evil plans

...a ruined city - the gates all sealed with rusty nails

...the idiot with to many children and six wives

…in the morning we cleaned our dead with delicate hands

..the desert sand hurts and the sun is makes us squirm

...riding in the the desert on a camels back