I close my eyes – I hide myself But you’re still here, eating my wife Here is my rifle, got the knife But that’s no use – I’m fighting god
Taking control, I’ve lost my soul But heaven’s kind – I won’t be fined They want the ransom? Here is it But still I’m piece of frozen shit
Man in the armchair dead He has lost his only sympathy Everyone would help the weak to sleep Make friends with me, don’t be scared I have got my private eden here Hope you’re really so peculiar
Where are you from? How old are you? Take off your coat – you can’t refuse Don’t run away – you’re on display You’re on the screen – you’ve been foreseen
Man in the armchair dead He has lost his only sympathy Everyone would help the weak to sleep Make friends with me, don’t be scared I have got my private eden here Hope you’re really so peculiar
Melancholy for catholics Only way to know is feeling me Are you ready for explicit being? I am not unsympathetic In my hand is only rescue clue Are you worth to be a barbecue?
Give Father the happiness Kill hostage unless they pay Betrayal is human act Gospel’s best to erect Odor of faith decay God to all of you! I pay Master has saved me now, Bitch in a silver blouse