So it's you the only one who's been betrayed You, thinking yourself better than me blonde queen in haughty silence. But look out for the sceptre still lies in the hands of the King and it could hurt hurt you so much, I was right in the end you don't even know what the word “love” stands for at all. And in the end who cheated whom? Was it me, going on like an idiot believing in the eternal symbol, or you hardly capable to even let your voice out? Me, still struggling or you, lying safe behind your stupid trench of silence? A childish lover a child – I agree but you, great woman, who the hell were you but the actress performing herself but the tenderness-thirsty vampiress you the only one who knows what life actually is, the one who pitifully stares at the poor mad poet you strong and impregnable woman, teacher who nothing ignores, struggling for a song forgetting everything afterwards In your fucking fellow man idiotic dance you, never wrong and your silence just, mature and clean is deserved punishment for the one who ripped off your heart and threw it in the mud. Do you want to carry on with your trench warfare down there in your putrid trench? I'm not afraid of suffering anymore! I'm not afraid of sorrow! I'd rather go risking madness than renounce to this war you're putting up with your silence, I begged you to give me a sign but just a faint and far echo reached your Olympus. Soon the time will come when your ears will be upset by my scream!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
