Shackle me down to the road of thy sanity,
Thrust your reason in me,
Make me a part of your vanity.
From birth to death, truth I shall detest,
Make me a part of your tragedy,
Wait for lies I will patiently.
Empty my days with your worldly creed,
Shallow my life with your hollow seas,
Make memories with bleeding minds indeed.
Give me drink from vines you keep,
I shall notice you then in me,
Make me also a reason of this calamity.
Bow me down to the God you worship,
Shove me to heavens that you so blindly have built,
Make me also the saviour of your divine reality.
Teach me the songs that you sing,
I shall bask naked in your melodies,
Make me a part of your symphony.
Bury me in the grave that you so deep dig,
Reap the sadness from my soul, please,
Make me a part of your empty philosophies.