Oscar Wilde: Taedium Vitae
To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age's gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman's hair,
And be mere Fortune's lackeyed groom, - I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea
Less than the thistledown of summer air
Which hath no seed; better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.

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Taedium vitae - отвращение к жизни. При некоторых формах душевного расстройства, преимущественно при меланхолии, все впечатления, воспринимаемые нервной системой, сопровождаются оттенком неприятного чувства, психическою болью.

Ещё у московской группы Catharsis был такой трек.