You can live the ******* wanted!
Be the **** and stars and chickens
and cows and everything you want.
You may believe in the ******* want.
I'm out of this. Your fights all in vain.
You keep trying to punish me more,
Curse me with the same crap or even worse.
Why don't you just go to a ****,
You frustrated ******* and *****?
I prepared something nice for you,
All bearable and good to be lived.

'Don't even want to hear about your
wishes to **** me up and offer me goods
I should then Kiss your ***** for
And get even worse ******
By your lousiest pieces of ****!
The kind you'd just love to see me be
For the sake of your personal Victory, worship of ******* and *****
Fighting for what was never but theirs to live and love.
'Love?'
Oh, well... Trouping and fighting to **** all the good they can find
For the Milk and honey,
Greens and funny things
Their ***** need...
Enjoy All your sorrow!
You gladly helped us get all that!

You can live the ******* wanted!
I'm out of here.

In which ditch should I waste this flesh
For you to feel superior?
On which street to make a fool of myself?
Why not Satisfy all your 'highness's evil wishes
And be the lousiest there is?
Saint garbage, saint crap, saint ****...
Saint all the ****** and ****** people making of you
The greatest and most loved.

Garbage, garbage,
Trashing lives,
All recycled, changed, undermined
A demon' s wishes...
To keep all this garbage
In real life.

Garbage, saint garbage
Producer of honey in your lives.

I couldn't hate this world of yours more,
What's there to learn that they are too ******* important!?
Oh, but I didn't know, I didn't know!

I tried to avoid it, 'ate all that I could,
Felt ill to the stomach!
Outch,
Now time to fast and heal!

I even became a vegan,
Oh, well, that went' so well!
Only some birds here started being inviting, delicious food I reject
Like an idiot of a vegan.

I can't believe how much love you can bear,
Faustrated needs exposed - powerfully expressed...
It hurt, It almost hurt but not my pride,
My pride is good without it.

Burning pride, vividly, poetically
Too much love can be there where it cannot hurt;

I can't believe how much love you can bear,
It hurt, perhaps too much or something else,
Not fond of this frustrated twisted romance and blossom of more waste....
What's wrong? Doesn't the world have enough gelee waters
To choose from?

I can't believe how much love you can take...
It's probably me, not willing to understand.

Standing for the right thing
Only for yourselves,
Only for yourselves,
I'm not the kid to believe in your games,
Minding my own...
May God keep my mind and my Soul.
Kept safe forever,
Free to explore,
Fight your own fights
And leave me alone.

Standing for the right thing,
Always for myself,
For myself!
I'm not the kid to believe in your games anymore!
May I be helped, We'll be helped,
Our heart, mind and Soul.
Fight your own fights and leave us alone!

In this maze of dreams and nightmares
nobody knows what is right or what is wrong
only your heart, true
can tell
what you know you couldn't just bare.

In this maze of dreams and nightmares
everyone searches for their heart lost then found,
lost then found,
only your heart true
will tell
to you what's bearable and what was too much to take.

In this maze of nightmares and dreams
nobody will care but for their own heart,
my heart yours, at some point
I lost it,
I can tell, I recovered it for revenge that's sweet,
Ah, this sweet revenge of ours!
And your hearts, true.

A whole world born out of fires, with passionate flames shaped
cutting ways through the thick cold air of the systems
as it spins and turns and rails...
The same path to existence ... for all our nightmares.