To feel in order to perceive
My senses – My soul
My conscience – And my heart
At the abyss of my life
At the end of my self
Frail deep inside – And weak to the world
Is it bad?
And what is good?
Is it ailing?
And what does living mean?
No!
It is only honest – human
And cursed – It is only the truth
In the eye of vulgarity – Of everyone
Simply reprehensible – transparent
But it is deeper, stronger and much more
That is man
Only looking for strength
For the lie – blind delusion
And superficiality
With blood-stained hands
With a tear on the face
A smile on the lips
And the hope deep behind the eyes
To raise even from the dirt
Deeply soiled and proud at heart
Waking up to life anew
And waking up quite new in life
Are my hands blind and dumb?
Are my eyes old and weak?
Has my heart succumbed to blood?
And with all this only honest?
Am I human? – Am I pain?
Am I the tear –
And the kiss at the same time?!?
With blood-stained hands
With a tear on the face
A smile on the lips
And the hope deep behind the eyes
To get up out of the dirt
Deeply soiled and proud at heart
Waking up to life anew
And waking up quite new to life
