He worries no more than he. Necessarily needs to fill his void. As big as space never ending thrill. He meets his will by choosing hate. Why choosing?. Need us to smile too?. Alright. Struggling to prevail. Foretaste. The aftermath. Which will be black. As black as waste. We'll throw in an extra dance. For just a little over 5 pence. Need us to smile too?. You'll turn our limo into a hearse. Weighing just enough to run it over your curse. Need us to smile too?. You lie you lie you lie. [Anneke van Giersbergen].