we keep pointing our fingers
as a lethal weapon separating
our true essence with
those words spitting
pathetic expressions
we see ourselves as 'the others'
those upon the pedestal,
those upon the podium
i'm so invincible and superior
and how insignificant
at the same time and 'I´m nothing
when I should be everything'
time flows but ideas are not
transcending things stagnate
and we seat soaked in our
inertia waiting for the end
of this chapter with our eyes
closed to what lies ahead and
our hands tied, tied around our
fucking bodies i'm so invincible
and superior and how insignificant
at the same time and 'I´m nothing
when I should be everything' yet
I'm still invincible
upon the pedestal
upon the podium
