Once I sat down and pondered
About a sense I have wondered
I have searched my deep, inner core
And I said... to think I shall not anymore...

The thought has aged me whole
It ruined body, mind and soul
Oh, thoughtless if I´d been born
Couldn´t wail, nor could I´ve been torn

Fetid thought, spawning curse
I shouldn´t invoke thee anymore
Only pain and suffering you brought
The worst disappointment you are

I´d want to live without knowing
In this world or in it´s following
Since then, misanthropy
My alibi you should be

And when the grand dark hour falls
I´d be far from mankind´s calls
Into the great wide I would dive
Unaware if I am dead or alive!

Once I sat down and pondered
About a sense I have wondered
I have searched my deep, inner core
And I said... to think I shall not anymore...

Fetid thought, spawning curse
I shouldn´t invoke thee anymore
Only pain and suffering you brought
The worst disappointment you are