I hate the world and ordinaries I burn my boats I cut myself off feelings I hold them and he in an abhorrence. I want to present all the people - With true natural pain. To deepent everything into depression Fear is natural and A nice feeling Throughout the magnitude. I see an imagination in my eyes. I am an imagination of The ill, paralysed mind. Sometime everyone will give up But it will be too late. And the end is the worst Because all-powerfuls look at Your convulsions. I knew too early The first step is behind me The ordinaries turns into The irrational nightmares, Which live inside me. I deliver my hatred for the world.