[Das Blendwerk] And I meander in mortal lanes of festering But still my childish instincts bloom Screaming out my soul to the rhythm of the pendulum Droplets of despair - apparition distorted My lifeless pulse still rushing on Pumping to the pendulum Time's elapsing while I'm waiting Waiting in anticipation And I still try to hold on To what is fading from my eyes My lifeless pulse still rushing on Pumping to the pendulum