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The foretaste and aftermath of what is always going on A terminal stage of a wasting disease – a void of past Life was a desert and be desert again Waiting for some bastard to come I can’t complain There is no other way The devil ah – takes the hindmost, ah A man might die – he can’t stay I’m going to leave just everything Like a child who is beaten everyday Doesn’t know to behave Just cower and cringe Why did you call? The shutting off of your breath The stopping of blood I don’t belong here French leave, they say Underneath it’s all dead No friendship or sympathy The pain stops – why not? A whore is never too tired to open her legs You mirror all the images of my morose soul No right – wake up, wake up, wake up Exposing the foul words – of whore Nina, wake up – wake up, see girl Sobbing with rage, my sweet girl If anything should happen I never would forgive myself Wisdom of fanatic -a litany – drifting around like I slowly rot Why did I believe her – why did you call out There it is – the infinitude – emptiness Stand up, stand up Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand! Stand up! Waiting! Call! Call, say: “…” Why did you fall in love? Why did you fall in love? Why did you fall in love? aha – aha …