Whether experiencing pedestrian filth
Or the sublime reversed depth of the beauty
I find myself always – a dead man on duty –
Wondering amongst you in silence and stealth

There’s always a shadow in my brightest light
My mornings are always excuses for evenings
Bygone is the freshness of early beginnings
Bygone is the mystery of mystical night

In thousands of eyes I can find no reflection
My being is putrid, it’s rotten inside
Oh, God, if I’d find you, I’d give you a bribe
For finishing earlier my earthly detention