Solitude Desolates Me; Company Oppresses Me.

All That I've Lived I've Forgotten, As If I'd Vaguely Heard It. All That I'll Be Reminds Me Of Nothing, As If I'd Lived And Forgotten It.

We, All Who Live, Have A Life That Is Lived And Another Life That Is Thought, And The Only Life We Have It's The One That Is Divided In Right Or Wrong.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

Without Madness What Is Man But A Wholesome Beast, Postponed Corpse That Begets?

Let's Absurdify Life, From East To West. Let Us Play Hide-and-seek With Our Consciousness Of Living.