Existence pushed to the lowest level
The freedom of spirit the last to remain seemingly!
All principles sold, given up, for this state of mind
The life, for what it is and never should be

Only a poor, sick brain and myself left to sell

Take it all, don't try to understand
The rest of what -- the rest of what was good
You won't see, never destroy

And all around only agreement
To everything that means fun
Arguing only a foreign word

And I watch the coldness infecting me too