Testo di Purge

I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing Bind my hands, close my eyes; Let go of this None is chance, all is life; You know of this I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing I'll go under, deep below the earth and purge; Tear out my innards and burn Turn the mind to darkest light and learn That none are real with human sight; This human frame, a most pathetic rite I'll purge... Purge (None are real with human sight)