The angels’ singin’,
A song on the day,
I’m watching it,
Because I wasted out.

It feels, like an apocalypse,
Care and wear,
It's not fair,
'Cause It's an ellipsis.

I don’t care,
‘Cause I don’t accept to that,
I started from my ex-position,
I started an exhibition,
‘Cause I don’t need everyone,
Because my position’s under you.

Something is my noise,
That’s my noise,
But that is not a boy!,
Are you listening to me?

I don’t need,
‘Cause I don’t accept to that,
I started from my ex-position,
I finished an exhibition,
‘Cause I don’t need anyone,
Because my position’s under you.

Who is hearing me?
Is somebody hearing it?