I am sick of all these nightmares,
Like a monster – missing meaning
I'm so sick of fears inside me,
Like a snake – silently scheming
And I'm tired of the anger,
Like a knife's blade – glinting, gleaming
Of the anger at my father,
Like a swarm of insects – teeming
I admit that I've betrayed you, for though
My mood is so calm-seeming,
Inside of me lurks something dark –
A demon, darkly dreaming.
And my soul cries out for justice, though
No one shall hear its screaming.