The ability to see makes me wonder   Whether there is a hole in the ground   Or in my mind   Like the hole inside my heart      It swallows anything which comes close   If we dare to look down   Something lives inside this hole   And it screams from time to time      Then it pulls me down   Into the absence of all sense   Asking all the questions ever asked   But it listens only to itself      So, I had to appear in a mirror   To the questions asked by no one   For the very first time this gave light   Into the darkness of the soul      Shattered dreams are the pillows   For the hurt one who lives inside this hole   And he screams from time to time   For the absence of sense like in this rhyme   Which is a shrine for all the ones who see      The hole in his heart is the hole in the ground   The hole in his heart is the hole in the ground   Which was never there 'cause it ate itself   Within the answers always asked      It never dared to be   So it screams from time to time   It never dared to be   So it screams from time to time