The mere thought of victory sends chills down my spine
The moment of reaching the finish-line horrifies me
I would see all my thoughts in the right light,
see how my love is scarce, how my knowledge is ignorance
And is it only now when I realize I am not greater than you;
you whom I have always hated, loathed and feared,
we poor souls, hanged on the nooses side-by-side
and after twitching a while we are thrown into the hole
refrain:
From the crossroads of death
three more versts* to the north
Who demands for an easy song in the senseless world
when every song is hard to sing
even if it's made of beautiful lies
"beautiful lies!"
who demands to know what is raging under one's chest
when inside that crooked world there are
a million knotted snakes
Everything you do has been done
Everything you see has been seen
Everything you touch has been touched by many hands
but not with your hands
but not with your eyes
but not inside of you before you have done it yourself
Refrain x 2