Natural Born Philosopher

without sin I can't make religion

as without sin there's no whoredom

and when in my heart god becomes a harlot

I shall sin, sin, sin again

("...every world has its space

every life has its time

every mass has its god

every god has his guillotine... ")

to possess thy mother I desire not

nay, to slay thy father neither

'tis thy god I yearn to kill

thus reigning universal

with my beak I wanna peck at his face

and from ye golden cups divine blood drink

trespass borders which do not exist

I wanna be born, grow and rise again

and become! become you unity!

be all and nothing equally -

dust ov universe and its essence -

and look attentively

every star is a stone

in the cosmic pavement on which step you

and your oddysey has no beginning

and never look to far, you fool!

'cause it has no fuckin' end!

by nails tear this thin membrane

show me ye eye ov revenge

spit out half dead foetus out-consciousness

long live the man!

to god - quick death!

(your god is dead now...)