Smash Your Idols

Rise, bloodbath
Die, sickness
Pride, golden
Crime, scarlet
The serum of thee
Pours up as to flee
Wishes to spread his wings
Cut your rusty strings
Relax your values
Smash your idols
Beat the worm
From above you’ll see
Crush, ashes
Blaze, over
Love yourself
World empty
«Watch them clamber these swift monkeys.
They clamber over one another, and thus drag one another into the mud and the
depht.
They all want to get the throne that is their madness, as if happiness sat on
the throne.
Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys, and overardent foul smells their
idol,
foul they smell to me, alltoghether these idolators».