Al mijn gedachten zijn in het Nederlands

All my thoughts are in Dutch
Something unpleasant has happened to me

Something awfully base occurred
Something evil has clutched my life
Hurling me into chaos

From which I try to gather
All that could be saved
To create
Maybe even something beautiful

Falling through the minds eye
Deep into the abyss
Of absurdity and beauty
Down through reality
And into the pleasantry of escape

I proclaim

In all the glory of man

We have built our hell upon this sand
Our creation, a bastard of the mind
Our heaven still lost,
Behind those soft brown eyes
Waiting to be created
From the refuse of hell
From which we fell
Deep into the chaos of reality