Again it´s those strangers appearing in your head, endlessly dashing to and fro. Furiously reminding you that you constantly live to regret, to endure torture. Restlessly trying to get rid of all these ugly truths. These ugly truths they´re still yelling into innocent, newborn ears. So who should you keep on listening to?... One more getting lost in perplexity. One more being pulverized in their machine. And yet there is no end sight. No retribution. This might maintain forever. No solace and no going back. ...and when the world is sick anyway, why the f*** must we feel that sick as well then