Maybe we are the stars indeed
Gloriously burning with this stolen flame
Conceited in the streams of the self
To warm us up in our cold microcosmos
To find reason where there is none
And create the truth
Where even lie does not exist
To conform, adapt to the universe
That was never built for us
To conform, adapt to the universe
That does not care
Like every star we shall crumble
Under the weight of our own
And no shockwave shall follow
But merely a spark of dying hope
To kindle another flame
Another one to shine up high
And to wane
Over and over again
Paralyzed in blissful catatonia
I submit myself to this cosmic fate
Of constant fall from grace
Endless leap of faith
I refuse to know
What cannot be known
I reject wisdom of the earth
Over and over again
Only then I shall truly fly
Only then I shall truly burn
Wingless angel of the smokeless fire
Forever concealed, forever close
Host and parasite conjoined
In the cord of universal spine
Serpent coil, squirming in the trunk
Of the tree of life
Deeper and deeper
I'm falling. I'm drowning
And no one is coming
And nobody knows
I am the victim of
The curse of constant fall
Always deeper down
The tunnel of no light
We are but fallen stars
Hopelessly trying to rekindle the flame
Lost in the streams of the self
Yet it shall not warm us up
And reason shall not be found
Peace, comfort, reconciliation
Were never meant to come
Come for us
Like every star we shall crumble
Under the weight of our own
And no shockwave shall follow
But merely a spark of dying hope
To kindle another flame
Another one to shine up high
And to wane
I am the victim of
The curse of constant fall
Always deeper down
The tunnel of no light