Then what seemed important,
What was sheer life to you,
You try to hang on to,
Your feet on the edges of a plain,
Flat and colourless reality.
Colours deceived you and only void remains.
At first you imagine,
That belief is worth fighting for.
This is insane,
You'll endlessly be lying,
To a never dying world,
Which sways his arms
Desperately searching for a sense
With no substance.
A world with no substance
Which carries a bottomless
Bucket in which
The cries they shout
Will always be unheard,
A burden echoed in vain.
What was sheer life to you,
You try to hang on to,
Your feet on the edges of a plain,
Flat and colourless reality.
Colours deceived you and only void remains.
At first you imagine,
That belief is worth fighting for.
This is insane,
You'll endlessly be lying,
To a never dying world,
Which sways his arms
Desperately searching for a sense
With no substance.
A world with no substance
Which carries a bottomless
Bucket in which
The cries they shout
Will always be unheard,
A burden echoed in vain.