I see the world I hear its voice As if for hundreds of years Has it rang in my ears This loathsome sound And what it it'll say Have never I Taken as mine
All the ideals reek of shit It has not been better, even \"long ago\"
Cold... Everywhere is cold Pain... Would not let go Nothing... Disturbs Reason... Does not leave
We piously believe We want to believe The tale about \"the good\" Then, or already there
Eyes are shut Heart is locked End to the memory has come You are on the edge