It is strange and I am afraid
I am afraid this is not real
I am afraid this is real

The lights so bright
I am ashamed now they see me
Skin or soul does not matter

Let it be dark
Let it be dark
So I wouldn't know what I would be killing

Be it a poisonous spider with my bare hands
Or be it my lovely goddesslike mother
Or be it the dream that never grows

Now, strip
And wither
Petals so dry they become powder

The painting-so red-flaring- it mocks me
Headless bombs
I have nothing to do with explosions

Turn off the sun it bothers me
So much
That the sun would never

Let me see its whole self
What are you hiding, sun?
Hiding is lying

to yourself
Let's say hi to the sun
I am on your back

To stab
Stab
Stab the sun it would never bleed

Because
It burns
And collapses-