The disposition is brilliant
The people are wicked
The spirit of my heart is telling me
The truth

Slowly
It begins
Rising up
In me

I want to know
If it's real or just imagination
I want to learn
How to control it inside of my rotten flesh

Finally it's controlling me
And now it is destroying me
Searching for answers,
Searching for explanations

Can't do anything against it
I'll become someone who does not want to live

I want to know
If it's real or just imagination
I want to learn
How to control it inside of my rotten flesh

I have no comprehension
I have no pure conscience
I have no commiseration
No, I have nothing at all

And in the end it takes control of me

I want to know
If it's real or just imagination
I want to learn
How to control it inside of my rotten flesh