We knock down edges of our thoughts
We crap them into soft lies
We carefully knock down the edges
And look down upon everything
How many of us are able to stand on bottom?
We deny everything in ourselves
How many of us are able to stand on bottom?
We celebrate everything in ouselves
Fumbling of strange souls
Which show themselves like loss in our eyes
Are they only compromises
Or are they closer to aim
It's such a sweet feeling
To be center of the confusion
To be able to hear the roar
It's so painful to admit everything
But nobody will show you the right way
Nobody knows anything and doesn't want to know
It's easuer not to think about it
It suffices just to anticipate it