In life there’s nothing worse than strife, death and pain, getting in my way. I look past everything for a day free of heavy chains. It’s as if there’s a tow truck following me, repossessing me, tugging at me — just release me! Why can’t they see that I’m not part of the scene? Inside I sometimes feel like someone else — it‘s like I‘m part of a play and I‘m the puppet watching everyone tug on my strings. If I release this guilt and throw myself out of this pain, part of my body wouldn’t be trapped in the stars, suffering. The universe will come back for me when it’s my time. I’ve got nothing to say about my crimes, they’ll be washed away. Right now, I’m gonna watch the stars shine, before they burn out and I’ve got nothing before my eyes.