Infected by pain 

 fortress of the youth 
 We know how much it’s over to you 
 He does what he has a right to 
 Consider to forward the world at those 
 They are ready for reality 

 It was my fault – now give me the answer 
 You’re all fanatics 

 Pound your father again and again 
 Ever lifted what I’d bowed down again 
 We are forming through integrity 
 Into the herd unreal for so long 

 I’ve seen Caligula bowed down on his knees 
 Fading slowly, his haughtiness has failed 
 Flame that had fed his vanity [bad word] 
 Simultaneously put him into oblivion 
 And death