Weltschmerz
Weltschmerz
And I wish you could all understand me. I do not speak German, But I understand the word. A deathly (grim) truth that finally leaves the self-loathing aside, No need to confide in the ears of treacherous men. For that we are all. Weltschmerz And I wish you could understand your self. Do we not speak our own languages? Hidden in the mazes of the mind In fearsome, oil lathered lies, Slippery, So we cant catch them. Weltschmerz And truly doomed we are. The lathering of our naked bodies, And the rape victims we do not hear fall. With nice coats and worries of the rent, Fuck you, fuck me, and take this Demented mind and shape it, Into something irrelevant, As it always will be. Weltschmerz And I wish we could change it. |