soma         something else   but still me   has taken control   it is the end of me   that wants a part of it   it is the taste of life   arouse the self inside      never know the way discomfort takes   or if it is real without conciuousness   no need for some reflection    inside of their eyes   so unable to know that    someone is alive   that wants to forget that    they all have a mind         i have no thing to say   i does not know a thing   i gets unknown         if it is so easy to listen to noone   no matter that I am able to lie   noone will see    noone will know   if they get sick of all the others around   death is calling what is contact   noone will tell you where to    find the exit         it has some thing to say   it always knows the thing   it wants to eat   but does not want to get known   where is noone