I already felt alive, you know? I don't know either when it was. Maybe I have dreamt of all this? This is all lost in history. It’s stuck in my head : ideals that are no more...
There's a lot of work to do, now. It's burying me, I swim in it. I can endure everything : it's stuck in my head, that is what matters. I'm happy to be so tired : this is my new reason for being. I will have to pay my sleep debt one of these days, isn't it? Out of their depth, they whistle and are not airtight : pus is weeping from my wagging glands! Hey, slow please! I'm having a rest... Squeeze my juice, squeeze my juice, drain me! Hurry while there is! Squeeze my juice ; my eyes tighten. And now... The feeling fades away, feeling fades away! I feel so old... The feeling fades away, it's fading away! Work increases... I feel worn out. I feel worn out... Squeeze my juice! I'm afraid there is nothing left... I'm worn out! Squeeze my juice, squeeze my juice, drain me! Hurry while there is... Squeeze my juice ; my eyes are tightening. Sweat stings my cracks! A feverish shiver... Slowly, my hair is falling ; I can't see it but it seems the case. Can we get more from such a paltry vein? I writhe in pain! A bloody worm being crushed... I yap with pleasure ; my eyes expel. Squeeze my asthma, don't waste time!