The pyromaniac only writes in their diary
It is futile, for the pages will be burned later
Even if they'd want to, they'll never be able to change
For they can't get anything to replace the old love
The fire ignites again
Others can't understand the dream
For them, it is the most beautiful thing on Earth
When the fires dance
One can forget
Someone else waits for the apocalypse or drunkenness
Someone only swallows sleeping pills
Waits lying down until
Sinks down into dreams again
Into the most beautiful reality
Worships the god of night
Who bears the scepter
With which one can change in a moment
One doesn't have to carry one's past with oneself
Someone says beautiful words
Painting angels' faces on clouds
Though bitterness tears at the heart
When the time to leave has come
But a white-winged angel didn't come to fetch [someone]
Hey what's waiting
But a black-cloaked man didn't come to fetch [someone]
Had to leave alone
Didn't know themself
What destination, or is there one
Who'll save, or will it be only blackness
I think I don't belong here
I dream of something else
That's why I make a more beautiful world
Disappear into my dreams
Who knows what is real
Some say that I run away
When I lock the windows and doors
But I make a new world
More beautiful than the previous one
I know
It is real.