What are you, what are you, who is that within?
Black and white the lines between got thin.
So the edge, to the edge now once again,
and bleed it out the same here now as then.  

Inside out upside down and out, begin.
Drink it all, damn all, burn all up in sin,
blood the eyes, ring the ears, here come the spins
which roll and prick upon the needle-pins.
Don’t stop it till you’re gone or till you win.  

What are you, what are you, who is that within?
That which begins, the same as what here ends.
It lives and dies and does it all therein,
goes to the edge, the edge falls once again,
but the borderline finds itself within.