| The grey wind covered the last windows with dust | |
| Where are all the souls? | |
| buried and expelled | |
| degenerated to ghostlike shells | |
| You can see the behind weak backs | |
| Bended, their face buried in their hands, | |
| corroded by poison, paralyzed by ether | |
| Fading figures. | |
| Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces? | |
| They hunted it down and killed it | |
| Drowned in wine and estranged via syringes | |
| set into whores and paid with cold. | |
| Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled | |
| In the flush of a thousand cold lights, | |
| through this night of neon, | |
| That I'll never belong to |