Оригинален текст
I will suspend the rational pre-conceived formula and
enter almost into an emotional chaos
Anarchy for the logically obsessed
Unhealthy indeed but the passion based consequence
is desired for the imbalance
Oh how I love this lost anxiety
Empty soul dropped sensations
Now this discomfort is the only pleasure which I seek
The only thing left in existence outside the mundane and
the meek
Let us run amuck and indulge while we can
Let us do away with the pre-conceived plan