All my sins come back to me when I close my eyes My body is bound with the scars I recollect I can't see the real meaning hidden in my delusion One consciousness rises in the centre of my turbid heart I get to know the frailty that I can't get over in a dim silence Ugliness... exposed... to live... solitude Kindness to the wounded Reflects a clot of contradiction in the mirror of my superiority I know no one can understand me But I confess everything until yesterday That superiority is not emancipation But compensation of solitude My constrained will says "All dissatisfaction comes from you" When I saw that, my reality was destroyed Good bye Past, future and solitude burst And I writhe in a mad room My head is spinning You are only the imagination of my disease Our views are distorted We have no right to choose where we die In this rotten place our souls die without trace