Nosowska & Król - Można

Thoughts frosted
by vague fear
Sad indifference
poured out like a ripe ulcer
My whole world burst,
great darkness poured out

Every thought is closer
To this last thought
In spite of all
Solar demons and gods
I think I prefer
everyday life to truth today
I will trust my legs today
I will trust my legs today

You can get through it, talk it through, cry it out, lie down
You can get through it, keep quiet, burn it out, deny it
You can get through it, talk it through, cry it out, lie down
You can get through it, keep quiet, burn it out, deny it

I will stay here longer
I don't want to go home,
take off my uniform
Put bodies together into cubes
I need hands
How can I remember
Without skin, without a head
I want with my teeth grind
Go numb and shiver
I want to curl up in a ball
To maim and break
To be bodiless
To rest forever
To not weigh at all
I don't want to yet

You can get through it, talk it through, cry it out, lie down
You can get through it, keep quiet about it, burn it out, deny it
You can get through it, talk it out, cry it out, lie down
You can get through it, keep quiet about it, burn it out, deny it

You can get through it
You can get through it
You can get through it
You can get through it
You can get through it
To keep quiet about it
To burn it out
To deny it
You can get through it