I flayed myself alive And mere air hurts me already I maim my soul I spread my body with salt Nearly dead with mental pain and confusion I develop my megalomania in the underground I suffer like christ However I am without pain I suffer like christ However I am without pain I am affraid of real life And it elates me in my eyes Is cheaper happiness better Than majestic suffering? I bring into the limit that You ventured not in the halfway You consider your cowardice prudent You consider your cowardice prudent