Passion کے بول

I am on the brink of going mad The world is false People are false, they cheat themselves They tell me what to do, having no idea of What they say I know one I want to know And no one will tell me how to do it Because no one really knows if they know I am different I feel my difference I am alone, I am the "steppen wolf" There is nothing, all is just thought When I take a step forward There will be no retreat from madness Though just in retreat I see hope Still I am able to return But I won't do it I will not do anything against myself I'll be relentless Possibly people will reject me But once they'll understand At least some of them I enter the path that nobody has broden before I am afraid, and at the same time I am extremely Self-confident I feel the pain Awful pain of solitude among people The more awful as they call me their kin Thousands of fears artificially created by Unaware people Not to call them evil I do not know where I am from, but I'll learn And I will create To make others aware