Our world is losing its shape
We live among structures
Only our wishes maintain it
But we are not sufficient anymore
I’m tired of giving shape
And means to others dreams
Of giving incarnation
To this lack of love

Live with fear
Die with terror

Once upon a time in a far far dream
It was the women burden
They cannot try
They cannot do it
I guess they’re certainly tired
Of their ego
How couldn’t this all end
Totally crazy

Glued
Shape is all