Rooms of darkness without colours Ceiling press you down on the floor Tableware filled up with vomit Lepers freaks and cross eyed traitors Are jumping round the bathroom door One of them turns on the water One of them turns on the gas One of them turns on the daughter One of them begins the slaughter One of them begins the mass After that a clown is laughing Cannot stop and them goes mad 'Cause he can't believe the story Tells him nothing about glory Mammoth opus 0 was played