I was never what I couldn't be
And it might be that I am only what I have been able to be
I am the hawk that no longer wants to see
And learned to put on the hood by itself

Someone shakes the rattle
But hides the poison and the fangs
It's the way to fall
It's the way to return from the abysses

To describe without more reason
To speak out of pure fear of not knowing how to say it
To squeeze the heart
To loosen the screws in the head

Hey! You who see me
Tell me who I am
Hey! Who needs a king
When you have a jester here

A firm criterion like a tombstone
A thick layer of cement
Everything was erased when turning the page
There was an explosion for each attempt

Oh uoh, oh

The guilty find the reason
The truth stays on the path
There is no longer a heart where we can take refuge
From ourselves, from ourselves

Hey! You who see me
Tell me who I am
Hey! Who needs a king
When you have a jester here

And every time you look at me
If you find me just once
Just once for each time
For each time I say

That it's so easy to lose
Sight as well as the gaze
If no one ever remembered
If everything had been nothing

And even though it's everything you believe
It's never just what you see
And you are born each time
And each time a corpse

Pa pa pa pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa pa pa

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