Man hold's the fate of this world

In his two hands

But I'm... I'm just talking

That's why... That is why

Why I got into the habit of babbling to myself

Am I... Am I?

I foresaw something like this

But this is worse than anything I

Thought of... serves me right

The poor little boy's quite beside himself

My life's no more

Than the life of a cockroach...

How I hate... what?

My ideas require it... for their fulfilment

I'm the follower... hesitating

And losing the thread

Is that the way... I could hide

My soul?