The spasm in your throat,
The rage in your gaze,
The plumbline hangs at an angle in the air
that you need to breathe.
Lethargy in your firm grip,
Apathy conquered
You don't whisper, you scream
when you want to be heard.
Do you want to have an understanding one last time?
Every truth changes
The center doesn't interest you
The differences are lightly faded away
It lacks the dimension
Every truth changes
The direction doesn't interest you
The difference has faded
It lacks the dimension
And you break you neck,
you explain it anew,
Without risk, you wanted
to never perish.
The masks have been seen through
The roles rehearsed
Can no one understand
that you don't want to participate in that at all?
Do you want to have an understanding one last time?
Every truth changes
The center doesn't interest you
The differences are lightly faded away
It lacks the dimension
Every truth changes
The direction doesn't interest you
The difference has faded
It lacks the dimension