Remove the tears 
And the thrill they give 
And melancholy (melancholy) 
Will become a burden 
Rather than a strength 
Devastates me 
Divides me 

Among god's 
I crawl 
In a condition 
Forced upon me 
Freedom a straining thought 
Uncomplete 

Fling salt in my eyes 
So that the inner well 
May drain away 
And my visit stand visible 
Before me 
Restless 

I realize what I have summoned 
Hear the death-conscious moan 
The world monotone is now the nervous one 
The world monotone is now the nervous one