| When I was younger (a naive christian
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| With thoughts like melting sugar)
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| My fingers were attacked by
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| Nails and I could hear the voice of
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| J.C. screaming under my skin
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| Trapped like a slave in my flesh. |
| This
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| Was in those days when water flew in
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| My veins, the rain kept on pouring
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| Inside my head and I denied & killed
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| Him (not with scissor nor knives, but
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| With the inner muscles of my
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| Torso). |
| The rumor says that the
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| Bastard was raped by the cross, but
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| Maybe he was a hermaphrodite who
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| Rapd himself
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| …det vitala med prpetuella varandet
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| Är att vara transparent existerande…
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| I understood that this mental traffic
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| Was a new symbol burned in my
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| Mind, like planets in orbit around me
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| I was stading in the centre with the
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| Sun in my pocket thinking: existence
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| Is an illusion, mankind will face the
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| Mushroom cloud, but I am I, the
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| Ultimate god |