Coming out - never my intention Steady not understanding Looking into strange faces Always pressed against the wall Desire for silence and in the meantime Fear to be ailing again and again In the own naked walls The own thoughts' world makes me anxious Not complying with the limits of this system Is it important to be loved by all strangers, To be slaughtered by secret talks with cruelty? Why do I stay alone when the exchange of thoughts Is as filed as publicity likes to think? Do you really feel alive?
Is it sufficient to dive into depths of souls And never to reveal yourself? Everything seems so strange Fear of searching reality Is it important... I try to attain a new kind of existence My inside rebellion let some signs to the outer world Bubbling skin and bursting wounds Views into a mirror Astonished faces Try to stop the conquest of isolation Fear of searching for souls Understanding but still free Never finding, never succeeding Never satisfied