Fist in Fetus: Isolated


Pain and grief, essence in despair
pointless wandering, search for own share
Mind shows thoughts, seem like stranger’s
Feels (as) sweet as being crucified

Not understood, not understanding
Constantly falling, no petal-covered landing
Alone while together, feeling isolated
Could there be shelter in solitude?

Let me out let me out let me out

“Your deep love makes my heart hurt
Your kind words wake in me an urge
to open my mouth shout out loud
make you see like I do.

Consciousness is not a gift but a scheme
If I didn’t know it, how could it hurt me?
Ambition seems futile, death won’t wait
Free us all from the burden called life”

Let me out let me out

Not a word, none of those I’ve heard
can ease the pain I’ve earned
Just let me die slowly inside

Not a scene of captured misery
Can make me ceased to be
Just let me be alone tonight

Not a word, none of those I’ve heard
Can ease the pain I’ve earned
Just let me die slowly inside

Not a faith in things that have been made
Can take my thoughts away
Just let me drift away from light

Not a scene of captured misery
Can make me ceased to be
Just let me be alone tonight