The Sun darkened again,
something’s hiding the light from your eyes.
You are alone in a lattice
in this bottomless room.
These are not people, they are demons,
they're screaming at you, ’cos you know very well
that everyone is a stranger,
every friend, family or love,
every door, every house,
all the stairs you walk on.
Everyone here is a stranger,
all the looks, all the answers,
all joy, all mourning,
all funerals, all nuptials.
The crowd of people is closing around you
and your breath suffers from them.
You would run if you could,
and would hide deep inside yourself,
so that from now on the earth won’t be able
to stick any more daggers into you.
Whatever direction it’s calling from,
its voice is hard and it’s roaring,
and it’s talking to you in an unfamiliar language.
Tortured faces galore,
don’t stay behind, don’t be a coward,
better stand ahead so the fever can be gone.
Cut an axe into the tree
so it can’t stand any longer,
and you alone can rule.
Tortured faces galore,
you can’t see any more hearts open,
all of them lie and cheat,
they left you alone here, man!