Omnipresent secret
Omnipresent urge
Wild women, wild stress
Away and back upstairs: A cry
Omnipresent longings
Omnipresent sex
Hospital wake up
Wake up, torn
And in a state of mourning
And lay them down to awake no more
Blonde goddess is a burden
Blonde goddess is your foe
Two killers are her legs
And taking a walk and a razor blade
Putting on that blade
You make slices of your arms
Curse and hiss
Greedy males want a blonde affair
They play a role in their lowest dreams
And no excuse
No excuse
For what we've done for how we look
For what we are
For our neglecting the female dream
Afraid of the naked
No less of your foes
Behold the masculine urge
Basical lust rules men
Try to erase that!
There are two wild captains
The chiefs of their (own) crowds
Each other's number one
But just having sex with their inferiors
Avoiding to meet and avoiding to feel jealous
Don't sound so afraid
No ship we will sail
That reaches the beaches of glee
The princess of lust can't be touched
This lust is the sick and the wild
So cut off their tails, the greedy
All those randy males want nothing else but fuck
They are making the world shake
In their normal sex rhythm
And now I would wish you to find a mass
A killer front
That cuts off tails
That kills all males
Kills their lust
