Panic

I, woke up, from a seamless sleepy dream

Not woven, not hopeless, as such would deem

No, it's futile, as they would say

For tomorrow is the same as yesterday

We're cut off from ourselves

We're here with no one else

But we ought to blame

Petty shame

I've drank, ambrosia, from the horn

To make my future seem less forlorn

Do you, hear the sound?

Our cheating hearts which have turned away

The piety that kept, the villagers at bay

We're cut off from ourselves

We're here with no one else

But we ought to blame

Petty shame

My father said: "Son, you're a man"

"You must help the fatherland, do what it can"

I said " Why must we slave away?"

He replied "Let the strong, do what it may"

We're cut off from ourselves

We're here with no one else

But we ought to blame

Petty shame

We ran, until, our legs gave

We clung, to the hunger we'll stave

We caressed, the love we'll save

Us, so small, so young, so brave

We're cut off from ourselves

We're here with no one else

But we ought to blame

Petty shame