"Oh darling it's hard to look at those pictures and letters of you / Could you imagine how I've been fighting to keep my head out of water ?". That's on these words the chorus of "Crucified" begins. A very old one I've been written for my muse, the girl who broke my heart long time ago. With years, the rage turned into energy, and then, in a kind of melancoly with some pain accents. It's strange to see that songs can evolve with the feelings which feeded it. We used to begin our livesets with this song with Scread, as an energistic one, powerfull, etc.. But the album version is really different and that's what I like. I don't feel any grudge for the one this songs has been written for and this version prooves it. I grew up, my way to think and feel evolved, and now I feel so far from all those relationships question. Life's just carrying on its way and our fates are made of disapointements, hurts and happiness times.. that's it and we have to deal with that...