The lightbulb on the roof
Is flickering with proof
That the mind is dangerous
It's a poison in our youth
Our thoughts are hazardous
There's war inside of us
How are we still alive?
The abyss is cavernous
That to which we strive
We know will never thrive
We're told we should surrender
We weren't destined to survive
Our wounds are feeling tender
Our hopes are getting slender
We're buying what we're told
From the catastrophe vendor
Our brains fill with mould
Our bodies grow cold
We'll die before we get old.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
The lightbulb on the roof
Is flickering with proof
That the mind is dangerous
It's a poison in our youth
Our thoughts are hazardous
There's war inside of us
How are we still alive?
The abyss is cavernous
That to which we strive
We know will never thrive
We're told we should surrender
We weren't destined to survive
Our wounds are feeling tender
Our hopes are getting slender
We're buying what we're told
From the catastrophe vendor
Our brains fill with mould
Our bodies grow cold
We'll die before we get old.
The title is German; it literally translates to "world-pain".
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