“If I open my heart
Does it hurt as much
As the ways in which I kill myself?”

Delusions of a meaningful tomorrow
From today’s stupidity or a miracle?
Glued to a cart and its medicated bull

“Freedom, individuality” – a consumerist trance
Progressive stances, no obligation

Reify all that you don’t see
Drown in the pleasures of not feeling yourself
Driven, beaten, no one at home

No one at home

Tomorrow will come wrathfully
All attempts have failed
Screaming, more of the same
The nature of identity

But if I open my heart (if I open)
Does it hurt as much (as much)
As the ways in which I kill myself?
The ways in which I veil myself

Vacuity, our core
Veiled by sores
Feel so good when not alone
Together in misery

Our common insanity
The inability to express ourelves
Meaningless respect

“Freedom, individuality” – a consumerist trance
Drown in the pleasures of not feeling yourself
Driven, beaten, no one at home

Screams could purify
Like a river
Express, let go
See what arrives

Not what we expected
All the rejected

If I open my heart
(If I open)
Does it hurt as much
As the ways in which I kill myself?

If I open my heart

Always a time for change – now
But without willingness, it´s just another form of violence
A sea of fear and possibilites
Relentless, benevolent, losing all and nothing

But if I open my heart (if I open)
Does it hurt as much (as much)
As the ways in which I kill myself?
The ways in which I veil myself

The cancer of the mind
Suffocation, in control
Fucked up deities
Praised within this shell

As I open my heart
It does not hurt as much
As the ways in which I killed myself
in the background: "There is love"
in the background: "There is love"
in the background: "There is love"

For there is love