They have no doubts, but I do,
I'm always pain in their ***
but they don't care about me,
they don't care about us.
They say they know everything.
I know more than them,
I know that the everything
means less than anything else.
But they don't listen, they just think,
they do too much thinking,
they are struggling to cope
with me, with you and our hope,
that the world is more than what we see.
They have no doubts, they know it all.
They try to shut us down.
And every thing and every thought
has got its shape and weight
in their hands and their eyes.
There was a time I trusted them too,
until they said
that there's no secrets in the stars.
That was it.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
They have no doubts, but I do,
I'm always pain in their ***
but they don't care about me,
they don't care about us.
They say they know everything.
I know more than them,
I know that the everything
means less than anything else.
But they don't listen, they just think,
they do too much thinking,
they are struggling to cope
with me, with you and our hope,
that the world is more than what we see.
They have no doubts, they know it all.
They try to shut us down.
And every thing and every thought
has got its shape and weight
in their hands and their eyes.
There was a time I trusted them too,
until they said
that there's no secrets in the stars.
That was it.
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