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It is greater to be called... Called the devil... Than a beast.

A little light breakfast in bed
Melt the caviar butter, and watch the whoe life sink in
Here is the seed of the mad man.

(passage absolument inaudible) ... In a dirty manner,
Like a child who plays with the light;
Keep to the conflict of swallowing nothing... Swallowing nothing.

Shall i burn you with a mirror ? Shall i roast you with my words ?
Shall i burn you ? ... Shall i roast you ?

Three thousand meters underground
YYour body is twisted and stretch,
Searching for a way not to fall back to the surface... Back to the surface...

It is greater to be called the devil... Than a beast.
Lose a hand and a leg if you don't want to be killed
With this knife.

The joy of the bacteria level,
The endurance of the maggot level,
The dream which in reality becomes the bait
Cry out in the height of the titillation
Like a pig on a spit,
Run your face through the buttocks;
(passage absolument inaudible) ... Your face covered with slulmber... Covered with slumber...

It is greater to be called the devil, than a beast.

Here is the seed of the madman (bis)

It is grater to be called the devil...
Than a beast.

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