s all I've ever asked for and been deprived of Not a tear for those of flesh Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself Not a minute more of
I am a memory, I never existed and now I am nothing Her name, a single word melts me, takes me to the ground Only alive, can't she see I'm destroyed by
possessions. I'm embarrassed to know This soil produced me. I'm dying to be elsewhere, Trying not to belong in a nature Of impulse and self indulgence. A
Übersetzung: Shai Hulud. Ein tiefen Haß Of Man.
I've ever asked for and been deprived of. Not a tear for those of flesh Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself. Not a minute more of degeneration
