Eremite - Pink Turns Blue

Man hold’s the fate of this world

In his two hands

But I’m… I’m just talking

That’s why… That is why

Why I got into the habit of babbling to myself

Am I… Am I?

I foresaw something like this

But this is worse than anything I

Thought of… serves me right

The poor little boy’s quite beside himself

My life’s no more

Than the life of a cockroach…

How I hate… what?

My ideas require it… for their fulfilment

I’m the follower… hesitating

And losing the thread

Is that the way… I could hide

My soul?