This romanticism of spirit, I'm consumed by it. No one knows, what it's like, when the fever travels inside you, makes you its puppet.
I'm singing with the dignity of a professional. I'm dancing like a mad mad man.
I'm fooling my own soul.
How long, just how long do I have to act this?
The follies of my everyday life. I know not what I believe, I hardly think. I don't know what I do or do not. But still, this, this doing and non-doing burdens me ever so often. Everything boils down to the same.
Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 9:18 AM UTC
This romanticism of spirit, I'm consumed by it. No one knows, what it's like, when the fever travels inside you, makes you its puppet.
I'm singing with the dignity of a professional. I'm dancing like a mad mad man.
I'm fooling my own soul.
How long, just how long do I have to act this?
The follies of my everyday life. I know not what I believe, I hardly think. I don't know what I do or do not. But still, this, this doing and non-doing burdens me ever so often. Everything boils down to the same.