The only thing that occupies this moment The monotonic screaming noise in a false tone Still standing among all my scattered things Distracted by my filthy worn-down finger nails I feed on guilt I hate myself I cannot touch your face no more I dress up in my self-pity once more Competing with my image in a labyrinth of mirrors The monotonic scream A final glance at the darkest stain before I close the door I walk down the corridor with countless silent doors And every step will take me down in this whirlwind of despair At the end of the corridor I sign my resignation I feed on guilt I hate myself I cannot touch your face no more The monotonic screaming noise in a false tone