Great Words on the Altars - Delight

Today I really don’t know who I really am\nI thought that the sedition was my vocation\nI’ve started to search for relief\nFor safety of indifference\nToday I really don’t know who I really am\nI hide in twilight of the grey cities\nDrunk with my bitterness\nWith the remains of my strength\nI’m trying to detain those dying great words\nI thought that the echoes of these words\nWhich are the music of mind\nWere sounded inside\nThe beast has opened its eyes\nGreat words for those called for dreams!\nAn animal doesn’t think about eternity\nWhile struggling for existence\nFrom the ashes of those who fed people on great words\nWe build the altars\nOf those who fed people on great words\nOnly these words survived\nOf those who fed people on great words\nOnly small people are left\nFrom the ashes of those who fed people on great words\nWe build the altars\nI thought I was from those who fed people on great words\nNevertheless we are their nourishment!