You still exist, but you are not right here One poisoned kiss, your lips will show your fear
No persons, only questions written in dark Forgive me, Father, I'm not guilty Unholy spaces always take us apart Even don't ask me who is filthy
No face, no hands, n body real to touch Existence means subjectivness so much
The presence, only presence you never know What's the reaction of this absurd Dramatis personae on stage in the row But not this time, existenced muurdered... ..."Da sein"...
It's not me who speaks here so loudly, only my words Ruby lips explaining so proudly what does it mean... It's not me controlling politely who closed the doors Empty phantoms produced here mightly by Roger Blin