Kafka

Hardly in the spirit of the era Dedicate and thin skinned One appeared in front of the jury Face uncovered against the wind In this life unprepared With the script unrehearsed Beauty of looks, beauty of faults Frightened and offhand Deaf to a command Anguish in an envelope of bliss Whom to wake up in the morning? A Gregor or a Josey will it be? Neglected and abused or wrongfully accused Or eventually plague will catch me? While others see to the horizon I can't see just beyond I'm microdosing hell, staying under a blissful spell My vision drinks up the ink I dip my eyes in You came into the world unloved But love has found you through a world Cupid pierced your chest with nibs The void will bleed with ink The void will bleed with ink Absurd of my existence I'm aching through persistence The pen will slid the heart, the pen will slid the heart The void will bleed das nichts! I showed my bare face it was ripped off like a mask As they stapped upon a throat of my own song Unmasking comes in price, all that pure is compromised In exclusion I cement myself, alas! No, I am just a ghost in the attic Life for me is doing time The world has shut me down but it's more than just fine Not everything has a purpose, nothing happens for a reason How absurd! What a treason for a man! We are lonely, don't feel sorry And at night when there's not glory Laugh! Without interruption to cough blood Oh Absurd's my existence! Oh, how absurd!