I flayed myself alive
And mere air hurts me already
I maim my soul
I spread my body with salt
Nearly dead with mental pain and confusion
I develop my megalomania in the underground
I suffer like christ
However I am without pain
I suffer like christ
However I am without pain
I am affraid of real life
And it elates me in my eyes
Is cheaper happiness better
Than majestic suffering?
I bring into the limit that
You ventured not in the halfway
You consider your cowardice prudent
You consider your cowardice prudent
