A rifle lies among the stones, it finds targets deftly
A chic motorcycle and a beautiful slender brunette riding on it
Life is too short for you and me to spend it on love
The plane is fenced with a fence grass is under it and the sky is above
A park strewn with tulips and a large building behind it
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The whole world has disintegrated, under half-life and if you're alive, prove it to the bastards