It's a photograph, it's an invisible wire…
it's a paper, my son don't read that fucking 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 fucking play…
My so healthy, sweet son, you like the plastic man like I love fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 places come on…
wait for your cauldron, fuck off…
get your fucking 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!