My whole life is a delirium I wonder when it's going to end To you, I'm weak, inferior A lonely soul without a friend All this seeming, seeing, being And asking questions - oh too common! How many people I have seen Where in the big world I have been! At this point - I feel too stubborn to accommodate them Come on! Dazzle me! Show me anything! Tell me why to fight for just some little might? Why to struggle to survive some pitiful life? Leave me in my delirium - alright? Away from good and bad and meaning and thought Away from nature and love and any kind of spiritual god Is it a dream or not? I don't care if it's real or not Do I really believe or not... I live in a delirium In one that I've created To you, I'm weak, inferior But I can say my life's not wasted Even if you feel superior to me See, I don't give a sh**... You feel whatever the hell is pleasing you But let me be here peacefully! Let me flee into my dream-reality In which I see the feeble beam of sheer will Never try to heal me from the illness I so necessarily need Never try to steal me from my secret pill To the merely dream-real delirium - I'm living in Do you see what I mean? My whole life is a delirium It seems like it will never reach its end To you I am weak, inferior But I can see myself as free And the whole world is in my hand