All these discussions
About love and confidence
And belief made me feel
So strange this night.
People always talk
About their problems,
But who will absolve?
Who will absolve?
Living in the middle
Of temptation,
How will I stay free,
Free and pure?
There is no forecast,
Nothing that won't fall apart
That will not decay
In the atmosphere of a greenhouse.
It will drive us into
The insanity of the restless
Machinery
Of the respectable life.
And after all,
And after all,
And after all
I found myself dead.