Today is as much Saturday as Monday is
You try again to dilate the moment
To be able to be and stay
And the raining fire
The falling second
The smell of burnt time
Reality separates us
You have a surprise
Even when you are lying down
In the hall, in the hall
In the hall with an empty head
In the hall, in the hall
In the hall with an empty head
In the hall, in the hall
In the hall with an empty head
You are so full of yourself
And so full of emptiness
So you don't know yourself anymore
You only know how to fly
And your world is sad
Your word is mute
And you run away again of you
Imaginary as a shield
You have something to surprise
Even when you are lying down

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