Consciousness is frozen
Love consumes my wit
Weariness is upon my heels
Longer I stay awake
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

It is my cigarette smoke
What makes me weep
Weeping like the raving rivers
After the mighty storm
More I weep
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

Life is free of rhyme
And I’ ve been singing this song for a while
My broom made of wicker follows me around
They say cleanliness comes from the faith
And I recall
Wiping those floors before

My flesh is as cold as a corpse
Still moisture gathered in drops
I stare at my reflection on the mirror
Trying to reveal my lonely, cruel soul
Getting darker and darker after every storm
More I stare Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form

The summary of life is a long nasty rape
Sole salvation is to suffer death
Impossible to intervene inevitable fate
More desperate I get
Sooner I forget
And my existence finds its reality and form
However my soul resides at a far away land