This northern city with headlights-eyes Has buried me in its cold and gloom; You'll see this place in a dreadful guise And once sweet home will seem a tomb Once you're aware there's no way out,
Dive into your own damned lake, Take the turn - I'm going straight. Your intended failed mistake Has defined your only fate. No, I cannot stop the herd, I can't drain your ego's gall.
I'm fully devoured by hate, My mind has been brought to stagnation, It's my unconceivable fate To get slightly less estimation Than sluts in a changeable guise Or fools wasting time on careers.
You're shallow as a pool of dirt, In which your semi-force has drowned. Your words are pointless and absurd; You spread your helplessness around. You hide behind your ego brand,
This open book without an ending Is everything my life reminds of. You, shallow souls, were just pretending - You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now. I was a slave of my devotion,