Shut the door behind you Once you enter at the office of inner emigration Let the theater of the absurd Assert its grand existence With a fall on the face of emptiness Bringing down the colossal building of the beautiful and ugly Elaborately and slowly
Should you regain your life Should you choose to look back on it We’ll discuss what makes up for it Society, ambition, friendship, or love And whether the road to salvation is upfront trivial
Once you grapple with the ladder And you’ve climbed it Throw it away You’ll have made no real progress Hear the judge say The whole thing is a dead end A figment of your imagination Just like the sun Won’t rise Again tomorrow morning You just think it will I pretend it will as well So have another cup of tea
Should you regain your life Should you choose to look back on it We’ll discuss what makes up for it Society, ambition, friendship, or love And whether the road to salvation is upfront trivialTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
