Cutting God's Throat lyrics

Existence of feelings Is like a simple sorrow To feel the existence We desire the fruit of the holy Millions of human souls Deluded by a mysterious game On rainy days are on their own And shout out sad thoughts In gardens of pain We spend our lives Every moment there Is joy and madness In the chaos of thoughts We look over our dreams These are the gardens of pain Places of nonentity Deep penetration Intensive feelings A bloody stump Our worthless world A mine of excrements Experiments of life In the gardens of pain I cut God's throat Sweet suffering Welcome to my world Sweet suffering Is the ecstasy of feeling My dream Is not My dream Is not - realized I see a splendid place I can see the sweet time of existence No - I am not there This island without forgiveness I can only see liars I can see sick people They said so much To destroy my world These are liars