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I got lost in hallucination, on a rainy night,

Caught in tragic situation, feel the anxiety inside.

I am stuck alone with shadows, in a hospital ward,

Like a prisoner, on the gallows: my disease can't be cured.

Lowering down in the coffin, through the smoke of incense.

Rigor mortis in the offing - can not move my hands.

Icy void in my brain, body covered with rime.

Everything begins again, repeating time after time.

All the streets around are hazy, like a blind man's eyes.

Someone calls me, or someone blames me - vague, belated replies.

Inject the four-percent solution of opiate in my blood -

Let me see - life is a delusion, covering like a flood!

Now I wander in the darkness, among the madmans and tramps.

Just as they, seeking a Satan's address, in the light of gas lamps.

Sinner's hill and Black Cathedral, heavy clouds in the sky.

Meaning of my life is crystals, no reason to die!