There's nothing I can find
In this disorder now.
I feel like going blind,
I shout out loud.

I'm going down to hell,
The right place for my home.
So many years I fell,
So many years I'll fall.

The pill for this mad life 
I'm squeezing in my hands 
Turns out to be a knife.
The blade is rusty red.

I say goodbye and die,
Dissolved in endless space.
Far from the paradise,
So close to fall from grace.

I'm out of date;
I'm very old;
I might be dead;
I might be cold.
The fire burns
My frozen heart;
And now I learn
To live apart.