Blut tropft neider das Fensterbrett
Als dein Zweck schmezhaft ablassen
The dawn awakens the land
Of ignorance and bland
Minds of less culture
That create the boring sculpture
Of nothing
Worth noting
While nobody notices
Yourself drifting away
With the grain of the day
Should you surrender
Or be a defender
That would be the direction
In which you would rise above the collection
That is comprised of clouded minds
And bleeding lines