Diving in the mist of hate
And surrendering to anguish –
Killer of the „God-blessed" race,
Puppeter of troubled fates.
Angry, glaring with a glee
At those who can feel human,
At those who still can beauty see,
Wishing they could see your burden.
Does this life still meaning hold
If I'm warped and twisted,
Everything is dark and cold
Just like my existence.