Windows of chaos opening,
To surrender the self, they're calling.
The cosmos suffocates my soul,
It's all right, I've got no more vital elements to live for.

The maze of my illusory fate has taught me to rage softly.
I am driven to self-denial by the desire that pushes the limits of my being.

While you want pleasure only, the power of instinct!
You lock the realm of repression in yourselves deep within.
But it's meaningless in the short term, and monotonous on the long run.
To glide driven by your instincts under this hedonistic sun.

Recursive apathy,
Voluntary calvary,
Instinctive antipathy,
Monotonous euphory.

Levitation, floating.
An all-pervading soul-shaking.

I'm losing the weight of being while I'm gazing into chaos.
And watching how pleasure leads you past yourselves as your leading force.

Levitation, floating.
An all-pervading soul-shaking.

The soul of everything is shaking, and the window of chaos is closing on me.
At last, there is a world between you and me, so I can keep on dreaming without company.