Hate you all men! 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!