we keep pointing our fingers as a lethal weapon separating our true essence with those words spitting pathetic expressions we see ourselves as 'the others' those upon the pedestal, those upon the podium i'm so invincible and superior and how insignificant at the same time and 'I´m nothing when I should be everything' time flows but ideas are not transcending things stagnate and we seat soaked in our inertia waiting for the end of this chapter with our eyes closed to what lies ahead and our hands tied, tied around our fucking bodies i'm so invincible and superior and how insignificant at the same time and 'I´m nothing when I should be everything' yet I'm still invincible upon the pedestal upon the podium