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