Look out that window, the intensity of live in this filth we call humanity  Religion, belief, war, blindness  The impulse for the delusion?  The fanatics are feeding your anger, your gift  Surrounded by walls of wasted lives  Their retaliation falls into oblivion, and yours?  Defending the convictions that died away  It's your turn to move  It's so natural, so human, praise our species  The scab and the dirt  On the only path I take the wrong direction  The way of us all and of the past  Once involved in the circulation, no decision to make  Unision is the end of all, of individuality  Being a whore for yourself you are misleading  Every chapter I read ends the same  There is nothing open, nothing new  The truth they tell loses worth, but I get used to it  ...By time, I leave  The door I see is the exit, don't even there they lead me  Not learning but knowing, open mouth, I hear no words  My tongue is wield by their shit  Feeding with salt, no birth from this ground  The last glowing is punished with indifference  Closed the book already, what is the last page?  The blinded masses behind them  Give me my eyesight that was promised  What was first, act or word?  Doesn't matter much to me, I consume