marduke's mazemerising - Vesania

blood runs out of your dead lips

you have all got the same eyes

festered

stiched ones

you are all so small for me

almost as small as am i for you

someday

a great house of glass

i will build

i will be going out of it

to take a walk and shoot you

shoot you all men!

one by one

slowly

you… and you…

and you motherfucker

hundert hörensöhne!

but as a first i will shoot this one

who is guilty of everything

he is right in the middle of my skull

i have got you!