Kafka Crying

Are you nothing?
Your words are in
Melancholic dawn
Stomped filosofies
Reign in pessimism,
In a catastrophic end

They love the
They hate the
Hard ways

Everytime suffering,
Feeling the night
In the rainning autumn
Everyone smiling,
Walking in hipocrisy,
Passing with the vacuum

A hole in your head
Sucking all psychic deseases
Close the hole in your head
Hey! they aren't the truth one"