I no more want to deal with the light

I no more want to deal with the light 
I no more want to use the slang of life 
I'll no more say 'I am' without blushing 
Breathing indecency due to the abuse of auxiliary verbs

Man was thinking of dawn....built on a pile of [bad word] 
Opened to his task, studying his fall and run to it 
At the entrance to a new era, the one of self-mercy 
second fall, more scornful than the first

Consciousness dwells the void after your mind corrodes your existence 
Need to be a mesmerized believer or idiot to integrate reality 
Reality fading at every doubt or anxiety wave

Then he accesses to the highest privilege 
Of getting lost, prime sicko of nature 
Corrupting the seeds, vice without instinct, destroying strength 
The universe rots at his touch and time flies away

With havoc 
With hunger 
My jaw in your wound 
No hatred, just fate 
Just Passion 
My foot on your neck 
You'll praise me when 
I'll be upstairs

He could succeed and fall only upon the ruins of elements 
His task fulfilled, he's ready to disappear 
For how many centuries will we still hear his yell? 
We still hear his yell...