Your poisoned being is harming once again
Malignity is your despaired way of lovingness
Oh yea, of course: it was never your intention
You just have to raise your self-confidence

Still you’re spreading sin and causing fear
Madness and anger are getting on
But you cannot make it clear
You’ve gone

Indeed you manage everything to tear apart
Alas, I’m infected with strange morality
Neither your idle talk is going to reach my heart
Nor is it going to reach my sanity

Bewilder yourself for another and yet another year
Keep on canting, throw the dice and run
I simply cannot make it clear
I’ve gone