Existence pushed to the lowest level nThe freedom of spirit that last to remain...seemingly! nAll principles sold, given up for this state of mindnThe life, for what it is and never should bennOnly a poor, sick brain and myself left to sellnnTake it all, don't try to understand nThe rest of what - the rest of what was good nYou won't see, never destroynnExistence pushed to the lowest level nThe freedom of spirit that last to remain...seemingly! nAll principles sold, given up for this state of mindnThe life, for what it is and never should bennOnly a poor, sick brain left to sellnnAnd all around only agreement nTo everything that means fun nArguing only a foreign wordnnAnd I watch the coldness infecting me too