экзистенциальная пустота

René Magritte




Only the lonely control our device
Only the lonely undress our disguise

A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go
I go away

Nothing is sacred, when hatred expands
Only the lonely are promised the land

The pressure is high, the fission goes by
Like Kafka wrote, I sing my notes
I go
I go away

I travel alone, I find my way home
Alive or dead for years ahead
I go
I go away

Follow the masses, the class of the crowd
Distance your ego be patient, stay proud

A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go
I go away

Vacuum