We knock down edges of our thoughts We crap them into soft lies We carefully knock down the edges And look down upon everything How many of us are able to stand on bottom? We deny everything in ourselves How many of us are able to stand on bottom? We celebrate everything in ouselves Fumbling of strange souls Which show themselves like loss in our eyes Are they only compromises Or are they closer to aim It's such a sweet feeling To be center of the confusion To be able to hear the roar It's so painful to admit everything But nobody will show you the right way Nobody knows anything and doesn't want to know It's easuer not to think about it It suffices just to anticipate it