und dann immer wieder die alten arroganten männer, die wirhabenbloggenerfunden selbstgerecht kryptikbloggen, um nicht an ihrer eigenen banalität ersticken zu müssen.

shadows are falling and i've been here all day
it's too hard to sleep and time is running away
feel like my soul has turned into steel
i've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
there's not even room enough to be anywhere
it's not dark yet, but it's getting there

behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain