| Conscious coma. | |
| Life is grey visions, | |
| Barely perceptible. | |
| Waiting for dissolution | |
| Clinic exitus. | |
| Physical decay. | |
| Like a thousand crystals | |
| Running through my veins | |
| The poison benumbs. | |
| On the toilet floor I lie. | |
| Reduced to filth and stench. | |
| Home. Warmth. Life. | |
| Seconds separate me from the outer world. | |
| Conscious coma. | |
| My delightful decay. |