Tekst piosenki:
The buds of depersonalization bloom in the spring of anhedonia
The leaves of the true self shrivel away - anhedonia!
Where is no why, there exist no how – anhedonia!
Steadfast lined up in order
To hold back the vulnerability
Homogeneity individually lived
The attitude which suits the sick and weak especially
From self-repression to alexithymia
I don’t want the why and certainly not the how
From self-repression to alexithymia
Spring of anhedonia
Steadfast lined up in order
To hold back the vulnerability
Homogeneity individually lived
The attitude which suits especially the sick and weak
This is the spring of Anhedonia