I hate the world and ordinaries
I burn my boats
I cut myself off feelings
I hold them and he in an abhorrence
I want to present all the people -
With true natural pain
To deepent everything into depression
Fear is natural and
A nice feeling
Throughout the magnitude
I see an imagination in my eyes
I am an imagination of
The ill, paralysed mind
Sometime everyone will give up
But it will be too late
And the end is the worst
Because all-powerfuls look at
Your convulsions
I knew too early
The first step is behind me
The ordinaries turns into
The irrational nightmares,
Which live inside me
I deliver my hatred for the world