Because imagine new story
While my life was lost
In plots of fatal hypocrisy
Tracing the rest in my way, scum.
Even in victory he could
Generate another scenario would not
Even as it can in poetry
Moving from empty to full glory.
I do not want forgiveness of my mistakes,
I take so much damage actually
And I can even feel the new breeze.
But when I find myself in solitude,
The desire that both die in vain
I see the same murky landscape ...