It was that man behind the shadow who made me
It was not I who made him
And now that Im going away
I let this dummy in my stained place
In the wasteful beginning I thought I existed
I told you all: dont worry
Meanwhile we just have to survive
Until the day I thought I created that dismal man
After a long while being his flesh
I conclude it was that bloody man behind the shadow who created me
So I became a lunatic and had to disappear within two days
And now theres only the dummy and somebody behind it with the remote control
God makes his own tragedy and gets illusions of other beings.
