They are kneeling now in fear
Caught in their confusions.
They can't see you're here
As a cult of their illusions.
Their hysteria is an objection -
Symphony of love and hate.
Don't await a different reaction,
Realizing in their minds - don't wait!
They are pushing and smashing.
Give them circus and bread.
They are happy to see you are crashing.
Get them out of your head.
Scene of theater - is it real?. . .
Play your role - got no choice.
Survive and stop now to feel.
There's no one hearing your voice.
Your smile's the malice of the crowd.
But you can only cry and shout -
Waiting for your sorrows' dying,
Dividing of your soul.., it's flying. . .