A reality is slowly torn down Like decayed, sinking drift-wood I'm slowly lowered down... down
Down to the mocking insight of the abyss But the answer disappeared before me
The years pass, but the feeling remains The serious fact of emptiness The dead range of hollowness
[Repeat chorus]
Immobile, tied tighly Still I walk around in the maze of the brain... Labyrinth, labyrinth... Soul-wreck, soul-wreck Immobile, still I walk around Wrecked in the ill-willed sea