blood only pours out of the eyes for a moment
then next tragedy but crying nevermore
how can the balance be managed
specify the step by step
and i will follow you to the place of no return
yes i said that
i don't want to know the finish line
i want to know the now
how to implement
what it means
if it really matters in the first place
take nothing seriously, but everything in stride
is that really the end game
not even yourself
not even me
i am tired of running out of energy
i am tired of running out of time that drags on
bomb the stakes if it makes the wheels start running again
there are better ways to do things
rust can be conquered with acid
prevented with oil
so many people thinking they know it all
where were you when the walls came crashing down
not you, they
when the city lights still burned but for all the wrong reasons
what can you do now then do it
not you, they
i create for me
expression of the artist
i mask the death with breath
hide the pain with plasticity
i can make it to the finish line
because i will myself there every moment, a modulation
step by step i tell myself
i take myself
while you prance to and fro
when respect is shown
i will take you
and i will listen