...to blow up a very special place, to erase it from this earth, this place is called the Dome of the Rock and it is a mosque in Jerusalem, it must go, it does not belong where it is now, it should have gone long ago, the mosque must go and in its place the ancient temple must be rebuilt, a real temple, a real one, not a place for infidels!

well, dear diary, I've got lots to do before I become like what Mom's making for dinner

I can live with the sky falling out from above
I can live with your scorn, your sourness, your smug
I can live with growing alone if push comes to shove
But I can't live without my mother's love
I can live flying around at an impossible pace
I can live with the bad etiquette that's fallen on this place
I can live with anything you got to throw in my face
But I can't live without my mother's embrace