Book of Disquiet

Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, costumes alike? Here I am hushing all night long Asleep brain and awaken heart. In my den writing my own song… Direction! Discretion! Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, costumes alike? It seems like everyone has proper words for proper lies And I get speechless out of blue It seems like everyone has proper clothes for proper times And I’m still sewing a brand new… Social disguise to go unheeded, Fleeing advices from that filler Book of disquiet. And now I wonder: What should be the next stage coming through? Reading signs, sex intention boards… How could I know your true desires? Should I come inside? Should I beg for your love? Old fashioned obsession? Sometimes I ask how many mirrors truly show a face. Sometimes you can’t face mirror’s truth. Sometimes I ask how many roles fit into the world’s stage. Sometimes the whole world fits into a… Can I be part of your V.I.P. club? I’ve brought my disguise. Dealing with strains to eternize our footsteps on the ground. The same steps stamped by the heels of all… Nothing new by now. Dwelling against the common standard And yet be partners in life… There’s no easy way out. Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, costumes alike? Can I be part of your V.I.P. club… is it worth trying?