a serpent crawls in the ashes
in the remains of human misery
awake but sleeping in the hour of disgust
behind bars your mind is free
sleeping-pills of wormwood
taken by mother insane - but
life goes on - life goes on
towards death in the fast line
genocide, no more lies
the modern man is a freak
shut your eyes, suicide
the serpent laughs as we speak
come and join us in the reptile dance
