Original lyrics

EN

We are all nothing but a chemical existance, cultivated from a small fishtank atop the desk of a God Just like the green algae inside a bottle that lies in my own home But perhaps no one knows how that God was created by someone else as well.. And that creature behind the last curtain is none with such power as Zeus... It is nothing but one ordinary, enormous pig And our world, and the supreme experiment of that God, are all the happenings of that one pig's stomach And furthermore, nothing more than one of his evening dreams When that pig doth open his eyes We, and the God, shall uneventfully disappear with his burp as he does what it is pigs do after they eat Ah, thanks to the Pig Ah, thanks to the Pig Ah, thanks to the Pig