It’s not the quest for freedom
It is more the thirst to free the soul
From the deepest bottom of my heart
Words of shame and constant blame
Cryptic poems about my wounded weeping sky
I want to show you my world of rain
Tears fill the ground without a sound
I want to show you my world of rain
So come a little bit closer
Take a look around
Behind the scenes
Where silent tears fill the ground
Kiss the boundless void, touch the tongue of mourning
I fall down to the ground without a sound
Sometimes I try to enjoy the silence
But the silence speaks too loud
Tears fill the ground without a sound
Take a look around
Behind the scenes
I kiss the boundless void
Behind the scenes
