I lost my power of speech today... tore it away, (as) a fly, trapped, leaves its wing behind, a snake its tail And I have walked into the trap that craving truth must spring, and flesh now renders that which mind cannot contain
The wall between the world and me... has faded out, and hells of my own dreaming have, torn through my doubt
The very air is nauseous... and the water turn to pus The forest feed leviathans... whose wastes feed us
If there's no beauty, then close your eyes If there's no justice, just swallow lies... (and) Feed your children to the furnace Breathe the poison in silence!
I hear no furor. Are none appalled? Or are my visions just madness, all? Will the winter kill the summer? (And) will the spring be silent?