A shadow crawls in the place of familiarity
The time to organize my thoughts is
Can't hear anything
Don't want anything
Sweat, tears and blood pierce through my hand
The rain hits the flock of sheep outside the circle
You give and they steal, over and over and over
It's not the first time Why is that
You mustn't know
That's bliss
The cesspool of luxurious exploitation
Luxurious luxurious
You mustn't know
That's bliss
You mustn't know
That's the proof of death
Shut your eyes
Shut your mouth
Slice off your ears
Who's wound?
The cesspool of luxurious exploitation
Luxurious luxurious