Anger is my reaction to fear,
And I’ve got a few bones that need repair
But I’m still here,
Collecting books in my mountain lair,
Sitting outside, in eternity,
In a hurry for nothing



Ticking, tock,
Brains and a cock
Fuck you thought?
I'm no moralist,
Not one for Jesus or Mohammed –
Fuck that noise – lies
Man is as he tries
We can all respect all without giving, Credence to lies –
Man is as he tries
We all die,
With or without these thighs –
No one's saving us
We are because
No divine mother,
No brother –
We are without each other
When beauty's become a lie,
We all try