Whereof one cannot speak
One should remain silent
Sitting, back against the door
A schizophrenic vampire
Burnt in the night and in the day
Hot air, pouring out of your mouth
Democracy in full fling
Finger pointing, blame shifting
Unwilling to hold up the mirror
But this vampire sees his reflection
Good and clear, sees his reflection
And laughs, looks out of
The window and withers away,
Laughing