Оригинален текст
So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos
Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude
I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death
Extradited to the gos of chance. The deities of all things random
Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world