Is this some kind of confession?

Am I obliged to let you speak?

Are you still wondering whether

Our actions are ever

Completely pure?

How could I be sure

When all thieves lose their composure

When starvation os forcing its way through

the trees

All the way down to the beach



Mourn for me 

As the sounds fall asleep

Smother me

With your mad charity

With your poisonous mercy

Smother me with charity



So we seek out the lonely roads

To rush towards the useless

And leave this riot of blossoms

To the simple minds



If you decide to accept my offer

To understand this sacrifice

Think of me as inanimate matter

To hide me from their lies



So let me yearn for you

As you have yearned for me 

This storm has left us stranded

But there's method to this madness

Torture me with their ugliness

And their ugly dreams

Hidden from the eyes of men



What courage

What foolishness

What strength