I could call it all a lie;
If I knew the truth;
My outward appearance;
Does not reflect my inner disposition;
A mask for the grand play;
I am just an extra;
To this Wagnerian drama.

I choose to die on my feet;
And not live on my knees.
I choose to die alone;
And not live lonely;
I dance to forget;
Not to remember;

Too blind to see;
Too deaf to hear;
The reaper crawling near.
All hope is gone;
My melancholy rejoices, because it never took that long.