Build me up

Build me up

Just so we go down again

Bring me down

Tear me apart

I don't mind it

I don't mind it

Giving up

Fuck the dream

It's better than this make-believe

Happiness

In smaller things

I can find it

I can find it

I'm moving away from the life of a maker

A far away future that I'd rather ensure

Awaits me through my introspection

I have found the right direction

Move along

Move along

Does it feel like home at all?

I'm away

From this world

Restart our life

I've made my choice

Museum opens its doors

Center piеce, fearful of its curator

He sees pеrfection

In no need of his brush

The sculpture trembles

Afraid of its touch

See, it hurts. These things around me, I held them close, so close they shattered. The pieces carved into my skin a message, thanked me for their freedom. In silence, in solitude, which I used to love, I now tremble, because now, in silence and solitude, I only find my true self

So I'm moving away from the life of a maker

A far away future that I'd rather ensure

Awaits me through my introspection

I have found the right direction