Not Turgenjev, But Close 가사

I dress in the skin of What is already dead I take on the part Which the surroundings expect Though there unaware Of the anti-life inside My thoughts circle around The opposite of asphyxia, Because that's what I am (I haven't been anything else For a very long time) It has been written alot about The overwhelming darkness But it didn't Clearly state The amount of insight it contains It knows more than the light It wreathes me and observes me from all angles Maybe I am to be born now? I look upon that day with fear and horror I have reconciled myself With my thoughts and vision It took ages, but now its over I can accept the obvious Because its what you see I can live with the hatred and self contempt, But I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others If they were to experience me from the inside Beneath the unasphyxiated exterior I have reconciled myself with my thoughts and visions it took ages, but now it's over I can accept the obvious, because it's what you see I can live with the hatred and self-contempt, but I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others I look upon that day with fear and horror The day when suicide becomes inevitable Because it will arrive, That, I know.