The time has come
To make amends
I fall in love
Love comes to an end

I'm always useless
When it comes to conviction
I am nothing
Except a tool
Except a vessel
For my thoughts

And I sit in my chair
Or I sit on my bed, or the floor
And I consider myself to be
A mental patient

I can't stop dreaming of guilt and shame
And pain and violence
And oppression

I can't stop seeing
Visions of suffocation,
Awful burnings at the stake
And beautiful girls
Having their heads shaved
By burly guards, with
Swords.

The state forbids the execution of virgins
So virginity must be violently taken
The night before
The last day

I do not want to go to sleep
I don't want to be able to see anything anymore