Testo di Eyehatethou

Our mistake was in seeking resolution Our mistake was in the acknowledgement of any argument In the confusion and chaos of his thoughts, he is terrified by silence And by silence can he be brought to obey In his speech there is the illusion of some grand quest The lie that because he is himself, therefore he is no self The blindness of night, the deafness of the adder The tastelessness of stale and filthy water The udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things Of course this is merely thinly-veiled vanity We are not confronted with the righteous esoteric Nor a dispute of true and faithful relation This is not the death of ego but ego incarnate Ego in it's blandest, most obnoxious form The banal thug, the maladjusted man-child The semi-educated neanderthal Not one thing, but many things Woe, woe, woe, threefold to him that is led away by talk It is time now to be silent Your most humble and obedient servant