Lyrics:

Who has decided this way?
I can't scream ... stuck-throat
A natural image - a stabbing pain in my sad soul
Two separated warm hands, then a look behind a pane
Then a wet presence on my face
Then the silence of my narcotic world ...
Who has decided this way?
I can't sleep ... I'm so alone
I visualize your face - and I think that my life's gone
Firstly I see your tearful eyes then the barred doors of a train
I don't think about suicide - 'coz I know, we'll meet again
IN THIS WORLD CAN'T EXIST A GOD
SPIRITUAL MASOCHISM SLIT THIS THROAT
IT'S A SORT OF SELF-EXCITEMENT ...
A MACABRE REPERTORY UNDER MY MODEST CLOTHES
I think about all those days
Brushing against my old cicatrixes
I try to go back ... to conventionality
But I think it's so unfair ... I can't give a f*ck
A bitter shit to swallow, living in costant hate