Иван Исаков

We're all the good men gone and we're all the gods. Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's got to be strong and he's got to be fast and he's got to