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