She doesn't smile at the city and especially not at strangers.
I walk and I exile myself in the city, uprooted.
Far too free to be able to serve her.
But far too chained, to run away
And I'm looking, but what am I looking for?
Someone who would help me well,
who would stretch out a hand, a pole.
And I drag, bad seed, tons of disappointed hope.
From porters who received a lot of hate.
I walk in the city when the neon lights come on.
I melt into the night between hammer and anvil.
And now my fear disguises itself as arrogance.
I feel that on edge my pain becomes violence.
Way too proud to look down.
I defy gazes, as if by game.
And I seek, yes I seek them
Those who in the depths of their eyes have flashes of fire.
Yes I look for them, and I drag, bad seed,
my desire to exist
Even if it means wanting to break everything, bad seed.
Bad Seed.
I walk in the city and the city thinks it is in danger.
In indelible ink on my skin it reads: Stranger!
And I seek, but what am I seeking?
Someone who would help me well,
who would stretch out a hand, a pole.
And I drag, bad seed, my desire to exist.
Even if it means wanting to break everything, bad seed.
And I seek, but what am I seeking?
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