I want you to believenThat I reveal to you your insecuritynSenseless your disguisenAnd none of your masks can hide your facennI want you to seenThat you're dying in your own eyesnThat these are not real rulesnAnd that the joy of a day is gone with the daylightnnI want you to hearnThe whine of the wanderernWith a face cut by the years of silencennI want you to remembernThe blind man,nFor you've been seeing with his eyesnAnd the mute man,nThat still performs his speech to the deaf crowd gatherednAnd all of them listening with hypnotic curiositynnI do not believenIn your truthnCan't see you, while you standing right before menCan't hear you, while you're talking to mennBut I'm afraid I remember younAnd that is the only thing that I regretnn