Existence pushed to the lowest level The freedom of spirit the last to remain ....seemingly! All principles sold, given up, for this state of mind. The life, for what it is and never should be.
Only a poor, sick brain and myself left to sell.
Take it all, don't try to understand The rest of what -- the rest of what was good You won't see, never destroy.
And all around only agreement To everything that means fun Arguing only a foreign word.
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