Pagan Lorn Unborn
Ignorant I drift into uncertainty I have never been prepared After the second But real birth Came self-reproach Perception Followed by frivolous sins After the first coining came emptiness Becoming a part of I The thinking The question what for Why should someone go on Falling in every grave Digged by the ones Who are not yet Existence covers a lonely mind Dirt under pressure explodes And surrounds a mind Becomes an acting I cannot recognize my words Because life is deranging me Mindsucking from me Life is no sensation at all Got to redeem myself After flesh came birth Then emptiness What is the sin That makes me live Love is paid in tears Live is paid in trust My detestable beliefs An egoistic wish You are accused I am nothing I was not asked So I will not ask!
