I want to take but I am too late
An unconscious fake
The vision of my new idea fades
In the fog of you're done things
Nothing's left in the case of creation
The book is full writen by all of you
I look in this bottomless pit

I wait for a brainwave that I can ride on my own

Are the words and the song that I sing
A fake of one's own that I don't know
Does somebody else think like me
And write about the same things

Empty

I want to have this lyric on my own
Without to know
That on of you did before
I don't want to abort
I write with my ador more and more
I hope there's no baulk

How can I know
What is used
How can I use
What no one knows

Feel what I mean
What is music what has it been