I've lost my way and lost myself in darkness. 
My circle locked and I fell down nowhere. 
I used to live, I lived without sadness. 
And now I don't know who am I and where. 

I saunter aimlessly without expectation. 
All thoughts are trash, my mind is full of junk. 
We always run, but run against the final destination. 
And now I have no choice: just crap and punk. 

It's all the same to me: no joy, no sadness. 
I've made my life and no one to blame. 
It would be better just to leave this madness,
To leave this world...for me it's all the same. 

Accept it all - but not enough my forces. 
To turn aside - but trail is rather foul. 
Exist without living is for corpses....
But I exist... My body ... Not my soul.