Oh, You Little Christian Boy...
With your silly crosses and your wallet full of money and pictures of naked women...
Oh you Little Lecher, Speaking of purity and in the same time, licking the mud of your mother's shoes...
Oh you Little Would-be Aristocrat...With your cotton shoes and short blond hair..
Oh you little rat, With your imaginary crown from black gold and your father's contract with the Worms close to your pillow...
Oh you little Wall Builder and Child of Capital...
Oh you little Church wretch, Mama's Mercanary...Oh you Little Faithfull and Decadent...Oh you little Automated Product of insane consumption...

Oh you Modern boy...Oh you prematurely born simpleton, a wheel of the Artificial Industry and a knob of Emotional Weakness...

Oh you Little gigolo, Hiding behind your church...
Embracing yourself with your imaginary god...kissing his filthy, dirty hands laughting at your own sickness, and worshiping those martyrs of yours, who expectorated at the faces of their relatives...

What a nasty sight, You and your ego Lingering below the concrete your fellow roaches made...Eating the plastic your god threw away...
Oh you, Little Money Sucker...
You Pathetic dust mite...
You little lizard...Unable to stand and defend yourself, always out of reach...
You pervert prophet...
Allow me to dash your dreams...Allow me to shed light upon your god who rapes you and your fellows...
Oh! You forgot to go to church! We can't allow that, can we?

Hey you, Out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?

Редактирано от Benjamin_Andre на 25.07.06 15:14.