I breathed through your body's vivid light
Inside while I lost my Will
My name, cancelled itself in the
Universal space of our experiences.
In matter and anti-matter
Our hopes have been flaked.
I will be a docile worm that will twist
'Round God's mercy and your affected charity.
From here on your divine son will mix with me
And strewn with the golden saliva
We will taste the death
And in the death the conquest of the Will.
We dragged our weaknesses in religion
In the useless speculation of existence
In every conflict, conflict between
Superb pigs, pigs and dogmas.

I'm weak, weak like this tired sun
That deforms and rocks our babylonic path
I will only know how to live in that
Vulgar space between instinct and knowledge.
I won't be anything more,
I won't be anything more
We won't be anything more
I won't be anything more.
The Will that pulse in the pure chest,
Pure chest of your divine son
Is the blinding echo of earthly humiliation
That revives, revives and revives...
I won't be anything more,
I won't be anything more
We won't be anything more
I won't be anything [bad word] me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history,
The most intimate and flattering [bad word] me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history
It's the most intimate and flattering [bad word] me with your memory
With the bitter delusion of the history
It's the most intimate and flattering violence.