You know it from beginning
(You like to choke in silence)
You know it from the start
You know it since it all became alive
Filthy son of need
Come on and show your blood
You know it
You like to expose your wounds
You know how good is to show a skin
Ripped of from lies
But you can't do it again
And you won't do it again
You are not wrong
I don't suffer from sadness but from limberness
Yet i am harrassed by the question
As any other person that melts in true pains
Don't blame me for being aware
I am not denying the weeping
I am just too anguish to fall
My idleness is not an escape
But a consequence
I am tired yet in love
I have touched life
I have licked the hidden places
I have spit on her
As she has spit on me
But she is no longer attractive
So i have betrayed her for silence
For his skin is just skin
And not the surface of the thruth
I am so tired of dwelling
I am so tired to realize that is not about the end
But about the search
The only string in which i hang in life
Is the taste i find in suffering
So let me rise a dirty cult
To the shine of the neverending enquiry
To this, i have determined myself to stay quiet
And perhaps to smile once in awhile
I will contemplate the day
And not its possibility
Move my feet a little
And be amazed by my toes
I don't want to be great
I just want to be beautiful
Yet, i am conscious of my choice
Thus i won't be released by my thoughts
I guess i will have to laugh more often