Listen thou, my foul heart,
Heart of a human beast!
That is for you, thieve and traitor,
I clenched a knife in my fist.

Sooner or later I'll stab thee
Right up to spinal ribs.
I'm unable to seek after
Eternal and rotten fibs.

Let just the fools keep saying
That dreams have torn them to death.
What really is the world
That's nothing. And nothing else.