We are here
in small rooms
with cold socks and thoughts about life
and its disasters

We wonder about whether we're doing it right, "often wrong"
and we cry a little
and we scream in nightmares
And we wait for someone
we dream about everything

Sometimes we wonder...
is there anyone out there who can stand us?
Do you know?
I don't know...1
Fuck no one knows...

Let's just burn our heads, little by little
It's a slow death,
a little painful
and yet we endure it

And we go outside and the world is strange, sometimes
And people seem good
and time
and something else
We think it will get better...
And it does
time heals nothing,
we just suffer, we just get stronger...
...