Oh My Fucking God — Strapping Young Lad

there is no insanity, rather a super sanity more suited for life at the end of the 20th century where everything is art, and everything is trying to express it, where everything is art, and everything is trying to comunicate it...

all intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams and they've all come up to meet me tonight although while in the morning, all their wonder and their glory was turned ugly and quite simple like a venue when you're loading in gear

sexuality, eroticism in asexual pursuasions. man or woman, make's no difference in the outcome no fasion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance ... adidas or the arch deluxe... and time is now an object

oh my fucking god... oh I'm fucking god... and I'll dream all this into becoming real

and until such time that you can prove me otherwise I will continue with my agnostic travels until I've found a place that dreams with me... ...a place that feeds on my rountine

all I want is my mommy... all I want is my mommy... all I want is my mommy... all I want is my mommy...

this is the night that it all changes