A plaintive rowboat on the black seas
The desolate isle, full of cypress
There's always more suffering than pleasure
The wisdom of Silenus holds true
It is best not to be born at all
Or to pass through the gates of death
As quickly as one can
What does it matter if we die now?
We'll return to dust anyhow
Avoid a few more decades of suffering

Watch all around as the pigs do the slaughter
There's no resistance anymore
What can people do but wait to die
All that's offered is to buy and buy
I tighten the noose around my neck
Taking the long black train to a daily doom
All the dreams are extinguished
All the dreams are extinguished
In this nightmare land
Morpheus is dead
And we have killed them
Now an army of automata
All identical, mourning their loss

There's no way to get away
Nowhere to flee or to rest
As the harsh light approaches
Revealing my weakness
Burning my flesh and tearing my limbs

Festivals of repression
The last necktie tightens around my neck
It promises deliverance
As the lead shatters my skull,
And the blood spurts out
I kneel for the last time
Granted merciful release