My garden's green
the flowers bloom.
I' m satisfed with crops I gather.
but deep inside there is a worm
that's eating mind, that's eating body.
Why, why... I suffer so?
what purpose of this craze, delusion
I see him, touch him, hear his voice
It has become a constant illness.
It's no life , I am his slave
I will obey his will, his power
I'm dreaming , praying to forget
but I am doomed to have a Master.