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No pain at all - I got disasterly humble

Punching the walls of silence, gently constructed

Nothing to hold on in these whirling clouds

My flowing thoughts are out of reach, fading out

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Morning stupor – filled with numbness

Is this what they call madness?

That impulse will never reach destination

It will die – somewhere – far beyond

In the middle of universe

Perfect disguise – unrecognized

Only I'm real and nothing else

Being insane is my favourite game

No reaction, no attention

There wil be no answer at all -

Nothing's changing

No reaction and no answer

Only waiting for nothing at all -

That's how I go on

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Behind the pane the sky is crying for me

I touched the glass and now it covers my dreams

The silent witness creeps under my skin

Tearing apart the fragile fibres of scream

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In the middle of universe...