Get up. Sun is rising again. A new task is waiting. Take all the energy now. You've had your time, you can, you must stop brooding. Don't look back something retards you. Stop weighing up, stop it, better be dull. So dull. Is it a sentence? The sign… The voice whispering that something is wrong. Keep the flow, never let go, struggle to reach your target. Despite of the doubt if its the right or the wrong, you have to overcome in the market. Fantasy's good but it comes to obsessions, you're longing for good hesitating. Time is just money and the money runs out and you're way full of doubt and you're waiting. Stop thinking right now and get dull. Is it a sentence? The sign… The voice whispering that something is wrong. Run. They're coming closer. Competitors are quick. Their overbearing sympathy makes you sick. Nowhere to go. Let me out of here… I want to escape. Run away. Like Rilke's panther you're locked in your cage, but the world outside is frightening. Foreign and threatening so you pause in your cell, heavenly stay in confinement. But the voice starts to yell, always spoiling your dwell contaminating your cell every morning. Conscience calls you a useless, a lazy, a bungler who have wasted the gifts and the mercy, confused and remaining dull. Is it a sentence? The sign… The voice whispering that something is wrong. What went wrong? Where are you now? Where are the ones you once trusted? Where are the ones who showed you the light that you've lost? They're all gone!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
