For months and years run for this
Choke with the air you breath,
Walk on the razor's fucking edge
Run about overcrowd backstage.
Roam about empty streets,
Feeling your body how it hits
Watch serene smoke inside your head
Try to turn on the light till the dead.
You understand to get a half of it,
That what you really want, but not indeed.
Just standing and smiling like a fool,
As a pupil without homework at school.
Dissolved one hope inside the crowd
Last scream was not, in fact, so loud,
It gives new dream and wish to live
Have lost myself, again believe.