I was falling again In the infinite past Which fastens into the deep To die in my agony I was growing again in the wicked present What makes to die In my deep agony I was dying again In the maltreated future Which uncertainly Has me a prepared destiny And my false memory fools me And my false mind condemns me And my pain wasted me away And my wicked pain kills me The faked torment The infinite future Which makes me to die In my uncertain destiny Falling, falling, again I was falling again I was growing again I was running again I was dying again