Can you already take the blinkers out of your eyes?
What dirty thing can make you feeling satisfied?
If you already now what all in there are lies
What point can you leave behind after dying

In the end

What useless qualities are born of your useless seed
You must be proud you have done your path of nothing
I hope to see you beaten broked, opressed and bleed
Prepare for your last home the grave and cobbled coffin