Hate you all men!

 [bad word] out of your dead lips
You have all got the same eyes
Festered
Stiched ones

You are all so small for me
Almost as small as am I for you

Someday
Great House of Glass
I will build

I will be going out of It
To take a walk and shoot you

Shoot you all men!

One by one
Slowly

You... and you...
And you [bad word] 

Hundert Hörensöhne!

But as a first I will shoot this one
Who is guilty of everything
He is right in the middle of my skull
I have got you!