Stab the dolls of hate.
Wash yourself with their blood.
Drive into the raging current of time.
Swing your murderous weapon into the belly. "The earth."
Shout and start creating confusion,
Shed your blood for pleasure. And what?
For love? What am I supposed to do?

Past and future prison my heart.
Time is blind, but I wanna trace my love,
on the walls of time over pain in my heart.