Ulysses

Only the lonely control our device Only the lonely undress our disguise A statue to raise, a martyr to praise Like masses cry, when tyrants die I go I go away Nothing is sacred, when hatred expands Only the lonely are promised the land The pressure is high, the fission goes by Like Kafka wrote, I sing my notes I go I go away… I travel alone, I find my way home, Alive or dead for years ahead I go I go away…