Silence ... all around...I feel good.

Oh! What's going on (with me) FuXX the blood!

Give me the pleasure, more than this. That's mental destruction. I hurt myself and I reach a stage of pain. Cry out, writhe around!

Give me the pleasure ... that's destruction of famed mentality. I hurt myself, and I reach a stage of pain.

Start the show that destroys all. The people that have gone mad kill each other.

Actually, truth is going to be destroyed. And the truth of the faint, isn't made at all ...

Truth? This does not exist anywhere. No! This must not exist. Pleasure of spirit. Its just all in my life. But I don't know. Don't know only what? I don't know. So truth doesn't exist anywhere? Imagination is truth.

Give me the pleasure, more than this. Cry out, writhe around