You can take what you want but not who I am. You can run on wars but you can't feed wars. Tell me where you are, where I can bring you back to me, to the war. [Read Caption] War had been the synonymous, the day, I was born. It was not 1914, the doors broke out their silence the earth trembled in apocalypse the new born tasted blood from their mother's breasts the sun became a meteor.