Now the time has come to introduce one of our egos that hides
The real face of which we give each other only sings
We're transformed as we want to be, an attractive killer calls it forth
Whom we're going tom hate afterwards
My blood is sparkling, in it common sense is drowning
Our nerves are itching we scratch them so that this distorted desire can show:
This we are also
So here I am this is my perversion, I am my own creation
My deranged mind infects my body, I know it's forbidden, but I let it be
And returning back to this clean world, all the bits of my filthy-stinking body
Smoke I breath, poison I swallow, brides in the mud in their snowwihite dresses wallow
Instead of the quiet sound of a flute, a madman is playing the trumpet
The time has come to introduce a real face which we hide
We're transformed as we want to be, an attractive killer calls it forth
Whom we're going to hate afterwards |
