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A modern solution to modern problems:

To shut myself off from people and move against the tide.

I’m not myself; I’m trying to conquer a mountain of troubles,

But everything crumbles—forgive me, I’ve failed once again.

A hundred times I promised myself that things would be different,

But weakness prevails, and my nature won't allow me

To leap beyond my limits and do things a different way.

Apparently, a life without a father has started playing tricks on me.

I’m twenty-six, yet I still don’t know who I am;

I move blindly, once again walking along the edge.

To live in reality means seeing only gray dreams,

And the only thing shining brightly in my face is the flowers on a grave.

I am trapped inside—

Inside this worthless body of mine,

Inside my foolish notions and an endless stream of failures.

The path to the sun is long, and I run—

Having spent a quarter of my life chasing after a single ray, like a fool.

I let go with my hands and fingers,

Plummeting amidst the static from distant stations.

Through the telephone lines,

I will leave behind a message of distress—

And I will sign it with my own name.

I let go with my hands and fingers,

Plummeting amidst the static from distant stations.

Through the telephone lines,

I will leave behind a message of distress—

And I will sign it with my own name.

My nerves have long since gone to hell—it’s an eternal melancholy.

I am constantly on high alert,

Trying to hold myself together while walking along a razor's edge.

My "comfort zone" is nothing but an inescapable prison—

Oh, for how many decades have I tried to break free? A chance to step out into the light, and a chance to say something...

I am endlessly hopeless, waiting for answers day and night

From those who are so close to me—yet all I hear is the dial tone.

(Listen)

Hollowed out, yet real.

We are all emotional cripples behind a mask of normalcy.

Static is everywhere—it has no beginning and no end.

Which means our attempt to make ourselves heard is doomed to fail.

Something is pressing down heavily on my shoulders—

An unbearable weight that simply cripples me.

I let go with my hands and fingers,

Plummeting amidst the static from the airwaves.

(Shatter against reality)

I let go with my hands and fingers,

Plummeting amidst the static from the airwaves.

Through the telephone lines,

I will leave behind a message of distress,

Signing it with my own name.

I let go with my hands and fingers,

Plummeting amidst the static from the airwaves.

Through the telephone lines,

I will leave behind a message of distress,

Signing it with my own name.