Walking down the road No eyes on me Trying to focus Somebody But nobody is able to recognize me Cause nobody sees me Pluralizing and individualizing takes place And it's not a superpower anymore, to be invisible The doorbell is ringing Mail-Garbage-Man again The clock ticks loud In the kitchen Or is it just the ticking Of bullet casings on TV How far away they are How happy could I be One red drop to forget everything A little step to be back again One red drop just to feel something All these spoken words Living visions in my head How can I realize And will I ever forget When I'm walking down the road Their looks dagger at me How can they condemn When they haven't even seen Sitting in front of my glass Just to stun myself Just to feel anything Maybe to feel nothing