My soul is inexistent. My body is tough and crude. The songs I hear are not music, The words I speak make no sense. My neck is stiff and crooked, My limbs release me from my sins. The one I love knows me not, The one who loves me, knows not about me.
Truths are lies in disguise, And the world is in slumber tonight.
For the silence, the brightness, the jealous heart, the troubled mind The songs i hear, the words i speak, my crooked neck and limbs The ones who love, lies, truth, and the sleeping Earth Are all a part of me, And I am tired.