So every day,
I get up & come back to the mirror
...To fall silent at last...
Yet... Dont go..."
"I dont go anywhere, I think!
How long will is still last...
Not to suffer from any kind of affront...
Am I here to tell myself that it's
possible for me tomorrow not to wake up?...
Am I here to tell myself?
Fire & flesh are false -
The executioner went back to his position -
The mob doesn't care about divine justice anymore.