Private depression Seems like a fashion Makes us so credible Keeps us in touch Keeps me in touch I want to break it I want to break it I have been trapped, too Somewhere there's laughter Human and harmless I want to jump like a silly horse I am for taste and I feel no remorse Feel no remorse I want to break it Common depression Invisible fashion Costs us no money I guess it has its price, too Hope it's just a fiction, hope it is unreal All you silly horses, let's go running in the fields