It’s a photograph, it’s an invisible wire… 
it’s a paper, my son don’t read that [bad word] line… 
In my sincere egotism there’s up something in arm 
I’m hungry! 
My suspect friend is also a toy which I can move; that’s a [bad word] play… 
My so healthy, sweet son, you like the plastic man like I love [bad word] flesh days… 

flesh is the simple, prehistoric, food of mankind…I’m sorry… 

close your eyes, your bleak holes are gaping, my food is your green slime, prophecy’s raising! 

I wanna lick this portrait of a happy family, genius is my folly… 
Polishing my shoes doesn’t mean you are living; son, plump for my delicts… 
Cats follow the [bad word] rats your fat’s like a perfect coating , 
I love strip your flesh…flesh is the simple, prehistoric, food of mankind… 
I’m sorry… this wrong breed s [bad word] paper that burning, screams that in vain are praying, devil’s my lordship! 
I wanna lick this portrait of a happy family, genius is my folly… 
I want the better breed; baby, is that enough? 
All the teeth I’ve got, all this torment is my job, now take your [bad word] on… 

wait for your cauldron, [bad word] off… 

get your [bad word] hands in the air… 

tear, smile, spits, soldiers… 

my dear, silence my stupid shudder… 

this wrong breed deserves the end! 

Tomorrow 1 million of people will hate your dad; 

my son kiss my cheek… my dreams are getting to an end!