Текст песни Season's First Rain - Подари мне что-то такое, что меня не сразу убьет

atrophy of the depth of thinking
It impresses with its size
long time no excavation in the wilds of consciousness
and in a pool of foul truths
and that's all what I came
fragments of soul-searching
They crumbled to dust and put the wind
and no reason to it all
and no it was not necessary
I have my own set up the point of g
So just who was hooked
give me something
that I did not immediately kill