I brought an axe

Music: Dominic Frasca - 'Unknown title'

See the clouded sky, watch it glow in the darkness. Feel the flow of your spirit. Kill society with your deeds. Hunters of the night, dealers of the day. Run towards the ultimate goal, the progressive workshop of life. Heed the end of this time. Will you ever be able to? Unreal is the banana on my pie, the cake is a lie. Lies are the only way our souls can survive from our time. Fly! Use your wings, scatter them. Windy feelings of dust are approaching. Hiding your feelings of trust. Use my fireworks, use my life. Sell my wicked soul to the devil of you mind. Eat me up from the inside. Remove my organs, but them in a blender. Drink them. ????????? Profit! Without profit, no goods. Kill your enemies, because they are not worthy of sharing the same ground as you. Remove them from where my eyes lies. Your backyard is very crowded. It's full of Japanese men. Why are they there? Didn't I tell you to kill them? Here. I brought an axe. Use it well! As you slaughter the Japanese, I take out a cigar from my pocket and put it in my mouth. Smiling towards the sun, I use the lighter of doom. Flames of doom, cigar of nature are mixed together. Rushed in my endorphins sleeping inside me, I awaken from a long dream. I realize you were wrong. I were right! No one, no ONE! Can be the one to surpass the gods of truth. Emotions crawling through my mind. Ice feels like wicked cream sticking to my brain. Since my brain does not feel anything, it must be an illusion. Yes that's right! It has to be an illusion. The world is entirely an illusion. Are dreams real? Or are they just a result of illusions from our fantasy? Why can't we make up something which is not based on something else? Why is this impossible? Why? Rushing towards the end of the line. Watch the endless bottom of time reach down. As you prepare to jump into time, consider my being as one. Reach for darkness, reach for light. I am the one to know right. Blood-lust is my reason to live. Treason is your only weapon against me. As I take out my harpoon from my pocket, it feels like I should kill somebody. Am I happy? Yes! Let me kill. Let me watch the blood of countless Japanese men paint my four walls. Let me use their blood as paint. Signatures in blood are written on your tomb. Take it into the air, feel the craving arise. Mark the cheese. Lick it. Smell my roses. Run! Play the guitar of life, the guitar of mine. Almost sleeping, your mind creates more illusions for you to see. Delusions from a time without war. A time with suffering and hate. War is the key to happiness. Never trust yourself. If you do so, you are the one to blame.