Testo di I, Who Brought Forth Myself

I, Who Brought Forth Myself In deceitful hours my thoughts are threatening me Encoffined in my mind they choke my will Entwining my inherent they change my brain To the womb that incubates insanity My inner voice: A screeching, scraping choir Performing in a cranial theatre The end of act sick's a rebirth, A climax of feelings restrained In contractious pain I give birth To my sombre self, finally unleashed Bewildered and numb I gaze at my corpus Beholding a wry cavalcade of remains At last I am victorious Over me, who brought forth myself!