Listen, darkness, my friend,
what have I done to deserve
that I have to encounter the same fear every time in my dreams?
And the vision that threatens me
and I expected again every night with the sound of silence.
In every dream I walk alone
through endless streets,
under a cold street lamp
I stand in the to stare into the dark night
until I'm blinded by a flash
in my face, neon light
and hear the sound of silence.
And then I see again and again
ten thousand people, maybe more, whispering without saying anything, hearing but listening to no one. Writing songs that no mortal wants to sing. It remains silent,
I only hear the silence.
Strange that I only now know
that silence eats away at my brain.
If my words cannot be heard,
my gestures go sometimes lost?
For my words
fall silent like the rain, without will,
echoing nothing but silence.
And people fear every commandment
of the high neon god,
and on all sides neon signs preaching as a sign
that the words of prophets
are on the fences as admonition.
All that remains is silence .