I still don't know time;
After all I have been walking
For so long I have already lost
everything...

And what I stand for
Is not of the essence.
I could tell you that I had once been
In love.

I loved my life with the same
kind of love a mother
Would bury her dead
Child.

And I was suffocated
By the same preconceptions
That killed so many millions
in the past.

So I now stand on the
Thin line of insanity
That separates my life
From death.

But still you ask me
On the street
And in the bus
"What's the time?"