Catharsis

We are the beloved sons

But we shine like dead suns

Give us too much rope

And we fuck it up

The world keeps diving

And we don't give a fuck

'cause we can choose

Straight from hate to love

And try to look at yourself

What do you think you are?

A superstar???

Who is trying to escape

But from whom... your own tomb?

If the pain, and the sin, and the chilly wind sting,

And the soul, and the hope, and world's to cold,

Choose...

If the mood, and the fruit and life's mute,

And the love, and the sun, and the blood in the veins are gone

Choose catharsis

Or breath the air

And try to take care

Don't set your control on fire

Then life will feel a bit lighter

And you'll soon be a bit brighter

And a billion times taller...

And a million times smaller...