Words are hidden in the shades of time. I can not write any lyrics, I am so fucking tired. My eyes are open but couldn't I see anything in front of me. Probably that's why I've lost my mind.
Words are rising high above the ground, And I am just not tall enough to get them down. All I need is a stair but my neighbors do not know about (the) ladders. A chair with broken legs is all I found.
*I am drunk from the nothing. Should I take something to create this goddamn song? Thoughts are roaming in my head But I do suppose that They are not right at all. Have no real foundation but it doesn't bother me Any longer. It's fine That this one is a first try.*
The reality is loud/deafens but I don't/can't hear. Every suitable idea seems to be unreal. Far from near. Will we try to set (the) fire to the guiding light? Everything is here, but Here is not here.