I am writing from the heart of the atrocity
And I am not at my best
I really need a rest
Because it seems to have got the better of me
As I empathise with Cyrano
And with Oskar Matzerath

I am writing at the heart of the atrocity
Nothing much is here
Nothing left to fear
Because time has got the better of me
And I watch a film
About an antihero

I am reporting from the heart of the atrocity
Far too much to take
Another chance to break
It really must have got the better of me
And I prepare
To face the music

Last transmission from the heart of the atrocity
Nothing left to say
I'm finished anyway
And this mutilation has got the better of me
And I go to sleep
And I come alive