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The planet earth about to be recycled
Your only chance to evacuate is to leave with us

Are you happy?
Happy?
What kind of question is that?
One wants to be happy, doesn't one?
Happy people who don't know any better

Inside, my soul froze to ice and I hated that time
I even despised the sun because I knew
That I would never get to play in its warm glow

I froze with hatred when
I heard the other children
Laugh and play on the streets outside

Death was preferable to my
Prospects of experiencing any kind of happiness

In that moment, I hated God
More than anything else in the universe

Had God known how hard
I had to struggle
And just stood by and watched
As the situation kept changing

Inside, I cursed God's name
And wished I had never been

Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people
Then I would have felt better
Then I would have felt like I really offered society something

May the devil take all women!

There is no real me: Only an entity, something illusory
And though I can hide my cold gaze
And you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable
I simply am not there