intro
instrumental
cocoon
I am captive in this close stuffy place
I try to break through the polyethyelene
I'm gonna do this again and again
And only two words remain for me
What can one only build with these hands?
I tried everything that I could
And I carved a rock as a sculpture
I melt and fused the glass
To this cocoon of glasses and frames
Do not darkness or light come in
There might be a butterfly there
There might be, there might not
There might grow the new wings of Beauty
And of course of the Good
And there might be the strength to spread them
There might not, there might be
My room is much stronger than what is in there
And I try again to force my way through
I'm gonna do this again and again
Cannot crawl out at all
What can one invent
With my sick and poor head
I tried everything I could try
I built all alone a new world with no power
I destroyed all mirrors and glass
To this cocoon of glasses and frames
Do not darkness or light come in
There might be a butterfly there
There might be, there might not
There might grow the new wings of Beauty
And of course of the Good
And there might be the strength to spread them
There might not, there might be
What if suddenly the pupa has nothing inside?
What if again the pupa has nothing inside?
If the pupa is empty, then I
Won't be surprised. I've already seen emptiness
My pattern is simple: I'm gonna move
Starting over and over and over
To this cocoon of glasses and frames
Do not darkness or light come in
There might be a butterfly there
There might be, there might not
There might grow the new wings of Beauty
And of course of the Good
And there might be the strength to spread them
There might not, there might be
To this cocoon of glasses and frames
Do not darkness or light come in
There might be a butterfly there
There might be, there might not
There might grow the new wings of Beauty
And of course of the Good
And there might be the strength to spread them
There might not, there might be
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