This is how we multiply. Pity that it's not my wife. The friction of skin. The trembling sigh. . This is how the bodies move. With everything that we could lose.
[Lyrics: Vinci]. [Music: Vinci]. . Do you suspect your brother, was something done to you?. We all trust one another, we know this isn't true. For the people's minds are cluttered.
[Lyrics: Vinci]. [Music: Vinci]. . Immense and whole the power. of a dream that has come true. Her strength held back the hours. And spread shadow on the truth.