1. CONCEPTION OF THE DEAD HUMAN

(Instrumental)


2. MAN WHO SLEEPS

You don’t move, staying in bed
Closing your eyes again
You don’t move, you won’t move
You don’t want to remember anything.
While sitting you want just to wait
Wait until there will be nothing to wait for
You don’t see your friends anymore,
Don’t open the door Don’t receive the letters

Sometimes walking all night long
Sometimes sleeping all day
You are slacker, sluggard, olster
You don’t feel being created for life,
For making and shaping You only want to last,
You only want wait and obilvion
You don’t reject anything, refuse anything
You stopped going forward But you even
Hadn’t been going forward
You are not starting again, you already came
Dead moments, empty spaces
Covered and painful wish to not to hear anything
Not to see anything, to last motionless and soundless

Ridiculous dreams about loneliness
Stricken by loss of memory
You would go to the land of blinders
Becouse you don’t know what to do next
On the day as one back then
You discover without surprise that something is not right
That you can’t live, that you will never learn to
You don’t feel any support anymore.


3. ANTHEM TO THE UNCONSCIOUSNESS

I despise sadness
Only suffering and proud nostalgia.
Affliction.
Laugh and jeer at all

I disown this world
And life.

Emotions. feelings, enslavement.
Daze, unsosciousness, quiscence.
Death.

I disown this world
And life.

Everything ends by return to the unconsciousness...


4. IMPUISSANCE AND DESPAIR

Nothing can bewitch you anymore
You can't find rest in anything
Commonplaceness torments you, irritates so much
Constant pretending makes you sick
You've got enough of listening, enough of speaking
You've got enough of getting involved in anything
You can't reach your peace
You lost your strenght to keep on trying

Impuissance, despair

Constant "happening" tortures you so much
You wish to wait and wither in peace
You stopped searching for answer to question:
"What is wrong and what i can do with it?
It all here doesn't interest you
But still strongly engage your senses
Intertness and torpor awaited so long
Are always out of reach

Impuissance, despair

You are standing on motionless mirror of apathy oceans
Incessantly you are trying to drown in it
You kneel with surrender
Suddenly silence makes you tremble

It all came out to be not for you
For a long time it was only dissapointment
You don't want to feel nor hapiness nor sadness anymore;
To remember nor good nor bad times
You want to last without move like a stone
To pass away day after day
But there still something that dissociates you
That makes you suffocate

Your indefference is a lie

Impuissance, despair


5. STILL WAITING FOR THE END...

You are waiting so long for the end of this abasement
And still you will be waiting because you are cunt.
Living a past , that makes your life.
Makes your dailiness...


6. MELTING WITH THE SNOW

(Instrumental)