slave

for the best tears we cry out our lump throat
we covered our dreams with a night coat
breaking our bowl of feelings with the silent tears
I cried so it heard on the other end of the universe
but people standing next to me don't hear me

this sweet taste of my subconscious voice
ink flowing from my nose dripping on the floor
and everything becomes like a silent movie
and I'm in the main role but on the other side of the screen no one can hear me

I try to shout to the empty glass souls
awaken their will and open their eyes as wide as mine
but no one hears a psycho
their ears are closed as his mouth opened
having drunk they reveal the soul but they didn't hear me

I was taught not decency
I was taught to slavery
I was raised to be polite and manage people
I was taught to obey slaves
and now I am a slave of the universal ideal
I won't be heard