I first felt a kinda need for the impossible
Something crazy which doesn't belong to this world
Of the moon, the gods power or morality
Which will logically drives us to acumen gluey mob

You're on trial with life
With the verb to be
An already doomed

Corpses filled my soul
Destroy, revival
Of a world at least real

The deadly poerty's sway goes through the sword

Living's my action
Hatred's the reaction
To make people sharp

No one can judge me
Cause you're all guilty
And too untrusty

Purity in evil, sweetness in scorn, loneliness in freedom
The very human shape of gods stare at crass blind mortals
And I can see through the mirror the killing of the light

Odi, profanum vulguris
Oderint dum metuant