Existence pushed to the lowest level
 The freedom of spirit the last to remain ....seemingly!
 All principles sold, given up, for this state of mind.
 The life, for what it is and never should be.

 Only a poor, sick brain and myself left to sell.

 The rest of what -- the rest of what was good
 You won't see, never destroy.

 And all around only agreement
 To everything that means fun
 Arguing only a foreign word.

 And I watch the coldness infecting me too.