I don't even try to listen to the chant of sirens I'm just staring at the mourning of my world Their (sic) will be no farewell I belong to silence
I'm tired of conviction I'm sick of the paradox
I'm letting the bitterness swarm in my life I'm trying to let this bottle push it back
And I'm yearning, yearning, And I'm yearning for change
I'm dreaming about the fall of the world all around
The images I'm seeing are as acrid As the piece of human nature rejected by my throat
And I'm yearning, yearning, And I'm yearning for pain
I'd like to see the curtain in flames, And the fear in your eyes
And my fingers are bleeding on this rotten world And I cover the world with a dark shroud of noise Saturated with anger, bitterness, and smoke
I feel like I'm squeezing the voices of "reason" The "preachers", the apostles of universal truth Their condescension hiding emptiness And I enjoy to see their eyes injected with fear
And I'm staring at certainty Sinking into hysteria
No crowd will be mine The words fill the holes The arrogance hides the void Altruism is pollution