歌词
Within the whirlwinds of malice the twisted
Industrial erotica will prevail. Reaping the
Tides of evil's infrastructure, the plasma-pools
Of direct perversion of the soul seems merely
As a dream. – One of complete and utter horror.
Now cradled like an infant in mother's arms...
The wish I have in mind is euphoric and terrific
Regret for not having been a stillborn.
To have been nothing whatsoever.
And I know it's all psychotic
And I know it's all in vain
In fact you should be pretty fucking happy
I'm not more than thus insane