Unconverted - Embassy of Silence

There’s a war waging for the rule over me

Inside my skull they scratch and they bite

Which could the lesser evil be

The disease or the parasite?

The tyrant I know and the alien fruit

Somewhere in the chaos is the memory of I

Like a childhood friend that learned how to lie about each misdemeanor

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented

Actions fueled by feelings unchecked

Logic watching in contempt from the side

At the wreckage

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- unconvinced and unconverted

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- unconvinced and unconverted

I’m tight-rope walking on a dubious line

Trusting emotions that might not be mine

Learning my way around a room without lights or walls

That keeps on changing

(tuplakertsi)

We are all more or less fucked in the head, are we not?

We are all -more or less- immoral and discontented

We are all more or less fucked in the head are we not?

We are all -more or less…