And you stood before the canvas1
You paint your life -- brightly colored
You feel very well
You forget to remember
Nope, it no longer matters2 to you
Must've slipped right off your mind
Though, it is written somewhere
That you should love your enemies
To embrace and entice them
Open up your doors
Come here
And bow before yourself
You enjoy suffering a lot
Run away
From the specters of this world
No one follows you
For your worst enemy is you
And then you take your binoculars
And the world looks enormous
Dreams won't let you go
And you feel at such a disadvantage
You barely have any love for yourself
And you fell through the sieve
Though, it is written somewhere
That you should love your enemies
To embrace and entice them
Open up your doors
Come here
And bow before yourself
You enjoy suffering a lot
Run away
From the specters of this world
No one follows you
For your worst enemy is you
You were the king, whom they loved3
You were the pauper, whom they gave
Come -- try to remember
Then you know that you are loved
You were the king, whom they loved
You were the pauper, whom they gave
Come -- try to remember
Then you know that you are loved
Come here
And bow before yourself
You enjoy suffering a lot
Run away
From the specters of this world
No one follows you
You are your best enemy.
Come here.
1. lit. your canvas2. lit. comes into mind3. lit. glad, pleased, liked