It seems to be a gift
one that never should have been -
nullifying any if
by proclaiming deeper sins
extraordinary
like anybody else and me
somehow uncontemporary
like the shame of being free
and or but we will go on like this
and there's no one who's rethinking that bliss
and it will take a while
until the curtains stop to fall
an undecided trial
wrote our lost time on the wall
a deeper sense divides
what was known as only one
and the wasted use of hide
makes the human gift do wrong
and if you can't stand another round -
and if you can't stand another round...