Let your [bad word] inside
Let your soul fly up to the sky
The golden rod was made for you
Kill your mother, while you're still in her womb!

The apple was a lie
Your Eva was a lie
Your dreams were a lie
You are not worth a life

Wake from slumber
The ape should mime the snake
From [bad word] shelter the Phoenix will rise
Love is naive
The blood is now in your hands
And you look to the mirror
You are brave, you are brave

Let your [bad word] inside
Let your soul fly up to the sky
The golden rod was made for you