No one can save me, nobody can help,
I meet my death alone in this cold haze.
You pass me by and vanish far ahead,
You spit in my pale face...
You spit in my pale face...

I had no friends, no money, no beliefs;
I served my time in this eternal world.
So bitter were those little poisoned pills,
I drown in the cold...
I drown in the cold...

My life meant nothing, just a string of flops;
I've been a laughing stock to every fool.
So silently the barrel spat the shot
And cut off my vile tune...
And cut off my vile tune...

The heavy stone was always on my back,
The weight of troubles pinned me to the ground.
So tenderly the rope embraced my neck,
I didn't make a sound...
I didn't make a sound...