SWITCH OFF THE LIGHTS 

If I could distort this silent grief,
Demolishing my will…
But I must share [bad word] blame
And never mind my name.
Artificial creatures
With a sodden-neutral mows
Point out all my flaws…
But I know…

When my casing burns down,
It will remain more than entry in logs.
Anxiety calls me [bad word] back,
But I don’t know which way had [bad word] 
I’m not perfect so far…
It just feels bad to acknowledge this fact…
My weakness is my only strength
In which I have drowned like a scum

What the [bad word]  I don’t know which way have [bad word] 
Anyway I don’t know which way have [bad word] 

I’m trapped in my guilt and how can I smile
After I saw the void in the mirror’s frame?
It may seem strange to format my profile, 
But I need a reason to end this game…
So I switch off the lights
And retire with a prospect of rest
I’m already [bad word] 
But I don’t need you empathy.

So leave me alone – I’ll look for a new way,
Which is hidden in sorrow.
I gave you more than I could
So grant me the chance to retreat
No longer lost and no longer in crowd…
No [bad word] in tomorrow…
Below the myriad stars and quasars
I perish and breathe my last…

And I switch off the lights as left-over
It seems strange to you…
But the reasons to end this game
Were found in my mind… found in my sense…[x2]