Shards of my mirror

I've been so selfish and proud of my ignorance
There's nothing a man can do to taste freedom
Nothing that's really worthy

I keep my secrets from everyone because I'm ashamed
What have I done to the world?
Please be gentle with children!

You ask me:
Is there any final wish to a condemned man?
I ask you:
When did mankind turn it's wisdom into madness?

I close my eyes quickly to wait for the right moment
Inertia made my legs weak

I shed a tear while you
Played a piano requiem for our final hour