It has gained control of me
This torturing, paralysing depression feeding on me
It leads me into deep spheres, beyond good and evil
Wounds open and close without losing blood
The only thing more and more declining is the hope for an end
This iron claw - mercilessly throttling me,
Not willing to stop because it is forced by my own mind -
Won't stop torturing me
And it will continue until I have rotted away
Maybe we are Just here to die
Everything is so senseless only death is certain
Don't give a fuck 'cause you'll die for sure
Just let It happen
For one thing I'm sure:
Death won't be salvation!
My soul is hoping for alleviation from this agony,
But this soul is burning,
Scorching my inside, causing horrible wounds
It's a dreadfully certain vision of my last days to come