people don't see
they don't need to understand
when they wield these knives
i'm from the inside
i wonder
how
they shatter your eyelids
if only you
would become myself again
you accelerate across my architecture
this probably could influence you
now
seeing me escape
leaving something to see
in the meanwhile
sometimes to understand someone
i breathe through their mask
isn't that all it takes?
wake up
over and over again
every day different
but in some way
still the same
it doesn't have an effect
on anything
they don't effect
anyone anymore
i'm afraid those mistakes
are not capable of learning from me
it didn't seem fitting
to be always burning such things
i'm drifting differently
into interesting times now
am i returning?
i fall up against a building burning
alive in dreams but yet
so dead in life it seems
just forget everything you are
take a number
and wait for the new one to come
the scars will fade
but they leave an impression
of the mistakes you made
who do you want me to be?
i don't want to be
anybody else but me
so i make up these balanced places
finding foreseen exits
from the orchard
you'll never eat a priest
so please go east with a yeast
this means war, it cannot be explored