No, I—I no longer suffer.
It does not matter to me any longer—
leaving a mark on the likes of him—
I'm getting rid of him already.
And I walk, I walk my way,
and if I stop, what do you want it to mean?
I go—go away—
why stay over at my house again?
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)
Sunset is a sort of madness
and I take a bath with poetry.
Walk, walk my fantasy
and if I get lost, what do you want it to be?
Then again, tell me if you are there—
if you truly exist, whose side are you on—
those who never betray
or those who invoke false gods?
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)
Wide suburban streets,
black crows above the train tracks—
mom always says, "Listen to me,
a man is everything and does not know why."
The mosaic of banality
collapses—collapses inside of me.
Then again, tell me if you are there
because I have lost my soul.
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)
(And I walk, and I walk, and I walk, and I walk.)...