Recieving a head wind against the sky,   falling, falling   Pick those feathers up one by one,   wandering, wandering      Hands of the man who waits for the end   are blue Travel forward and separate the   distance Sits on a chair, mouth sealed,   vision warped and reflects the black.      Future is overflowing with fear The   darkness goes on, the darkness gets   deeper Look back the mistakes in the   past Stack them up, stack them up      Throw up the meaning of overflowing   water strongly on to both of these   forgotten hands   I won't abandon the smell of blood   flowing incessantly, eternally      We can still be disappointed   We were again discouraged   Abandon hope and became helpless   Our arms are dragged by hope   Pull and pulled back to the place we were      There I stop and lie down   Stare at your back   Loneliness of a smile,   not to tell but to interrupt   I laugh in a room and throw waste      Inside a tiny falling cage Down stream   Depending on presents The darkness goes   on. As long as it flows Winds go deeper   Gouge out those false words Pile them up   Wash away the footprints ahead   Cajole us, make us forget and let us go   In return for the presents   we hand out