From the day I was born my ass first
through years of suffering and illusory joy
I have been unable to any real sympathy
yet always reaching to some kind of understanding
and now being fully aware what I should do
I refuse to be of any help to anything
In sense of working for the eternal
I won all aspects of human weakness
Need to control, need for acceptance
Fear of anything, envy for anything
Finally, there is no explanation needed, neither can it be found
For what I among some others are
In the world, against it, utterly because it's wrong