Původní text - Anglicky - Outsmart the feverAnd take us ...

Outsmart the fever
And take us farther from
The killing life in capsules
A life that can't belong
If i wake up dead to the world
With the helm at my command
The reaching out of this
Oh, faced tomorrow
In the eleventh hour
Beckoned closer
Now as nightfall sends it's grace
Oh, cue to enter
The insatiable ideal
Slam it shut
But the portal pounding lingers
What it is; is time undone?
I cannot falter in the security of labour
Was i supposed to believe?