So this is what they call the war - what's everyone so excited for'
And in the end you call me friend; an easy word when words mean nothing,
Well, I can't sleep and I can't breathe,
You stand so close that I can't see anything outside of me.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,
Outside my window, outside my door, by my door.

What Marx and Nietzsche and Freud' - To me: dead philosophers, dead philosophy,
And in the end, reason suspend,
You know it all, and all is nothing,
I can't hate and I can't breathe,
You bring me pain and I'll bring seed,
Everywhere outside of me.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,
Outside my window, outside my door, outside my door.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,
Outside my window, outside my door,
Outside my window, I feel that wind blow,
Outside my window, window, window.