Rip my heart out of my chest,
So that no feelings anymore.
Pull concern out of the breast:
Don't want to hate or to adore.
Take my soul, don’t need it either.
And do whatever with its gist:
Being a slave, a sage or fighter,
Or some one else that I could be…
Take it! Take! Oh, dig it deeper!
Search and take all what I have.
Just pull out a silly dreamer,
A ghostly passer, which I am…