Hardly in the spirit of the era
Delicate and thin skinned
One appeared in front of the jury
Face uncovered against the wind

In this life unprepared
With the script unrehearsed
Beauty of looks, beauty of faults
Frightened and offhand
Deaf to a command
Anguish in an envelope of bliss
Whom to wake up in the morning?
A Gregor or a Josef will it be?

Neglected and abused or wrongfully accused?
Or eventually plague will catch me?
While others see to the horizon I can't see just beyond
I'm microdosing hell staying under a blissful spell
My vision drinks up the ink I dip my eyes in
You came into the world unloved but love
Has found you through a word
Cupid pierced your chest with nibs
The void will bleed with ink
The void will bleed with ink

Absurd of my existence
I'm aching through persistence
The pen will slid the heart, the pen will slid the heart
The void will bleed das nichts!

I showed my bare face it was ripped off like a mask
As they stapped upon a throat of my own song
Unmasking comes in price all that pure is compromised
In exclusion I cement myself alas!
No I'm just a ghost at the attic
Life for me is doing time
The world has shut me down but it's more than just fine
Not everything has a purpose, nothing happens for a reason
How absurd! What a treason for a man!
We are lonely don't feel sorry
And at night when there's not glory
Laugh! Without interruption to cough blood
Oh

Absurd's my existence!
Oh, how absurd!