The aura of these needle and pins My beating heart, ripped from raven's beak I have no choice but to abandon myself Take the poison...

Wounded by my own sense of self Drifting on, and I can't see an end I'm just weak because I care Wounded by this cruel uncertainty I'm...

So let us lay and suffer the wrath of your benevolent dictatorship You harbour sick resentment of those who dare to rise above and you...