spin 1,2,3,5,6,7,8: kub 1. denfiller 2. on your knees 3. what could i 5. the sad place 6. puke 7. water 8. todesurteil denfiller Torn from your mouth Torn from your mouth You fuckin' breeding spore Torn away out of your face You denfiller on your knees And then everything went to hell The strucfure fell, wasted pains And then down, on your knees I'd eat the dust if I could I lost - a battle or a war I died - 'cause there must be limit somewhere and then I fell and decreased that's the thing that I can't use An effort, a toil, self-creation Attained, slayed, will revive Reality's too shallow to absorb me What is counerfeit, is it in sight What is possible to touch Reality runs away from the vision And then - the dust and failure   Down on your knees That's too much for me But too little against I'm sure I shall rise And climb higher than formerly And then let it go to hell Let it fall and waste Maybe it will bury me this time Splendid death - by my own force   Down on your knees what could i In the dark abyss of infinite mind In paths of my thoughts, tools to my action When still to advance is still the same and everything is behind me   When intellect   Reaches stagnacy   What can I do To set off my frozen powers The cold and might, the rule of pose When I reached out to the top and priced everything there's death below and there's no upstairs   A tinpot picture   Of decline in victory   What can I do When the spend time hashes my back and listless tomorrow develops in today When inspid perspective strikes the eyes without interference, into introspection   Anything I can do   Anything I can do When the space is questionized The energy and the unit - questionized in the bases of existence - questionized impaired and depreciated by myself impaired self, and fallen straight paths for tools Former gods far behind me Once the ends, now the means Frantic jump into non-existence Risking annihilation of my accomplishments   Doubtless the death   What could I do the sad place The cheap bond of getting stuck In the dirt-cheap mud I cannot breath in a swamp   I can't hear, I can't see   I feel nothing Except a gluey thickness And sour disenchantment   I can't hear, I can'y see   I feel nothing And I can see nothing again in spite of silly rapture all around And I can hear nothing again And I don't think I should Everything is within the reach of hand at price of at price of crowd's blindness   I can't... And I missed a chance agin And I still cannot comprehend   What they are looking at   What are they listening to   With their even brains Cause there's dark and quiet And I take care not to stamp Leaving this sad place Looking for the air puke I sit, a man, a peace of mind Thanks to the worth - balance Not along, not beneath I know the answers so I don't ask the questions Pattern after pattern Paths only straight Deductions without a base That's why I puke Inconsistency No intelligence A crowd, a mob, a herd That,s why I puke Proud and blank, uncounscious Unable to conceive Thogh it's so simple Self-complacement Groundlessly That's why I puke That's why I puke To conceive, to understand Conclusions from the facts Strange island, terrible world So few once draw the conclusion Pattern... It's distorted, twisted, broken Progress extremely limited It's not easy, it ain't worth a while So let's get back to the cradle's level Pattern... water I leave this water in which sometimes I'm a fish You cam always come back, not to suffocate There's much to swim, there's much to bottom Meanwhile, let me feel the sun   Scorching my eyes   My own water   Spittles of universe   Corpuscules of insanity Driffing here and there because of which my sight is growing dim and fingers are bending in convulsive impulse In a claw like cramp   An idea of evolution   Chaotic coincidence And if someday it'll appear that there's already nowhere to back to I'll lose everything and it certain will someday happen and my eyes will crack from the sun and I won't see me death if I don't get back at the time to my water That I may leave this water and dry a little my veins every step shortens life, every while urges to death And I won't care which one was the last unless I will return   Burning in living flame   unless I'll vomit with my entrails or I'll decide to walk along the bank treading my water looking for personification of my mind I leave again On this alwats different bank   Though equally dry   And burning feet And if... To plunge again, to sink the burning brow In nice coolness, again to develop Don't knowing of which direction What for to know too much anyway, when you can sink   Forget the sun   forget the bottom   Adn the possibility   that there will be nowhere to return to someday And if... todesurteil The coldness, my hatred directed against you all where are your eyes, blind like always and your thoughts, again hopeless... The whole hope of mine the whole life of mine restricted in this moment in significance of the while   in an irrational gesture   of deceasing evil   my own fascism, my own selection, my endless hatred   against you all, foolish And you, you alone where are your eyes utmost selfishness in empty mindlessness     Against you, thanks to you     I cultivate and tend     My nihilism     Let it grow, my evil     Let it bloom, my hatred     To my despair     And to the end     Never endless Damned essence of the shape of things The curse, the blasphemy, to your eyes Why blind? Is it to little? Needless literalism.   I'll destroy myself again   Nothing's for free   Carcasses   Of the ideas And you... Empty idiots of setting thoughts How am I to catch your hand with my clenched fist, with my hating mind Me alone, opposite, again and still To kill, to kill, with thoughts, to kill, to kill   Once again, the time lost   Once again   Death for death   Death for death And you...