'to the earth art thou not forever dead?
To its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations?
And a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?
For what can be of use life?
I really know nothing about it.
made me the worst terror and existent suffering in this world, because
, it is not worth trouble.
I feel the pressure
It's coming down on me.
It's turning me black and blue
oh now You left me on the side of the road
and now I've got no place to go.
You brought the flood