and you will find
the things outside yourself...
We forget the real point
on the highway somewhere
We leave it behind
and betray the best in us
trough small white lies
that always fill it's own
painful vacuum
distantly,silently
trough the years it grows
in those places we never reach...
The meaninglessness in these things
that are so small
eventually gets so big that one day
it comes out of your mouth
and creates it's own point
It's own dominative religion
You forgot where it came from
you start to believe
that it was always there...
But all the things you live trough
the four walled television box
with moving pictures;
-Is it your story in there?
-Is that your life?
-Is it you?...
I always tried to convey you
for yourself
because I thought you were different...
But you go live trough those simple things
-Deprived spirituality makes someone else rich...
So forget yourself
In this world
you don't mean that much...
Just listen to those things
-and you can hear yourself....