The world drowns in a tide of shit, oozing from parasites who prefer crawling to the use of their wings.
I am frozen by the knowledge of my own slavery, my own fear, my own self-delusion.
I know I need this vile tide, betraying myself to nourish my meaty heart from the monster’s blood.
My pain drives me to self-betrayal; the self-betrayal fills me with pain.
Am I nothing more than the impulse to self-destruction?
Eros and Thanatos wrestle. Do I need to live just to destroy myself?
Am I a fear-frozen lab rat or the sadistic scientist?
Am I too broken with terror to leave an open cage?
Like a toy robot soldier I march in my own funeral procession; my dead eyes fixed on a unluckly lifeless alien landscape.
Is it absurd to think the nightmare could implode?
Am I mad to want freedom?
Let’s break power’s arse.
No one owns us.
Trans. Marino Risica and Mike Lesser