Deceived to the point of drawing closer Deceived to the point of being unable to return Drawing closer to the point that it becomes absurd
I don't want to be seen by anybody I don't want to be known by anybody Because there's nothing painful, nothing sad; it's just, just Revolving phrase, enumerated motion I just have to kill what I can't know inside me
But by seeming to disappear I can become nobody, I can become nobody; it's just, just