Self-portrait - Endzweck

Heavy burden made to be on our shoulder

A wound spreads and hatred will be rewritten

Evil like a saint

The fabricated hero

This is his very own figure

Blood that continue running for the ignorance

What should be protected is substituted secretly

The schemed hope leads us in a maze with no exit

Perilous light shine on the blockaded darkness

Helps of falsehood show off the disgraced arm

Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well

The edge pinted to us

Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well

The mirror which is not reflected

Construction of a gray windmill continues in a town without a wind

The reality fades away

And only the justice wrap us around which wounds us both

Glorified past and future for despair

Silence shows recognition

I refuse

Is there any fights without any consolation?

A self-portrait without a face

It’s not me