To fry your heart on the pan to rob it with the boling oil to fried off all the bitterness which hruts so mercilessly. Sorrow is a shy bitch which suckes so fiercefuly dosen´t want anything but the burning pain. To fry your heart on the pan to rob it with boiling oil to pour out it´s funny contrnts to melt the bleeding wounds To pay the debts to pain to dominate all over her beat out the last sorrow with the thought out hammer.