(well... do not take it seriously it's an associative
writing i was very psychotic when i wrote those lines,it can
mean anything - just associate it to whatever that is on
your mind)

The eternal hatred forever will march
in an insane irritating sadness and crush
and i hate only myself and to be honest
i cant ran away from the truth in the nest
of flys and devouring bugs and jerms
and forever i'll be a one of them
but i love everyone,only god i hate
because he is the reason for this miserable fate
and i seek for my sellf an eternal divinity
for i am the trouble of this fucking society

but with whom shall i ride?
and who has died
my fears of your face who are frowning

and that's what i confined in my own vicious heart
and it's easy to kick and to laugh at this art
and i know it's not amusing at all
but my sadness and grimness -
for them i'll kill the world as a whole

just to be mused
and totally amused
by this interactive game we play
and hell... i enjoy it for those words i say
i cant be ignored
and even with the fury of god... i will be forged

for i am eternal
and i'm running away
to a nightmare that will never fade...
and just to live for someone... to aid
i can not resist this dreadful shade

for i am not ready to bite the world
i'm the evilness ?
or do i have a soul?

seeking the times
that i had a joy
for i am now marching
in the my OWN bereavement... as i sing
and i sing a shimmering song about those who laugh at me
and they are cring for the words i say
tring to catch me with my breath away
i'm sure they will succeed
and what will they need
just to put me away
so that i will pay

and for what i will pay?
i say - this is gay
and what have i done
should i be the one?

oh...and if you will only ask me
i will pledge my seeds
of evil it's satan's flot
and i will rott and rott
and the world will rott with me
forever you will see
the nightmare wont pass me

and now i'm sitting and cring...
because god isn't sighing
and i'm tring and tring
to aid my good feeling
now i'm looking just at the cellings

and forgive me for not
saying my shot
because there are some assholes
who wants me to crack holes
and my flowing ideas
just to kill and frees

and i'm marching again
till i say good bye
in MY OWN bereavement till the time i'll die
bye...