8 [English translation]

For a person drowning, available

exploiting hands

camouflaged as aid donors (helpers)

contaminating you with broken mind

Consequences of cause

planted seeds

neverending circles

animals running behind you

What would God think?

I get up from the grid

Being at the mercy of mind, from random

Look how I drag my shit to the light

In this rat rate

There's so much unfininished things

On a journey already itself

I am already on my destination

I am following myself

Honest

I get to live close to you

I trusted in idiots

(no) I won't fool myself no more (no)

I stand behind mt words with emotion

in truth

I won't pour poison to the holy man

Righteous mind

I lose the truth

Erases my soul

So many obstacles

Be on the road of this

But how to live otherwise

Righteous road I take

And if it hasn't been clear yet

Henri doesn't believe in compartments

Everyone different

Deviating other

Still we are stuffed to same compartments

No photo, no logo, no promo

Light of the truth

We are no longer guided by our desire

Everything is showing, saying (?)

What would God think?

We don't bow down to images, god have names

No one is coming up with anything

Only explained

Come as you are

I won't fall over you anymore

I cleanse everything, objective

goal as dead all secular

[2x]

I know these things

I am an expert

You say to be rich

What's up with me?

I claim you to be poor

It is all around me

In your eyes of a boy with hard values [1]

Where are you boy?

Hands covered with blood, I swim here

It squeezes me from my chest

I cannot be sober

Without feeling your call

I feel distressed

No corner where to run

Away from the truth

No more bush

To which to push this head to

I know that I am deluding myself

Only when I look in daylight

Relief, relief

relief, easy agony/pain?

Nothing matters anymore

Help me, I am lost

Cleansing too much, help (me)

Relieve myself from this agony

way to the truth

What is important (what?)

Your love for life (like this!)

Lovely to see again

Is already coming

Still couple of things

I am not poisoning minds, clearing minds

I am sailing on windless sea

promised land

That no one recognizes as state

what would God think?

I eat my shit, I breath my shit

I recycle my trash by killing myself

I save the world to a form to which

I don't fit in anymore

I eat buns in castles in the air

One hasn't seen any evil here

I guess it doesn't exist anymore

what would God think?

In an unemployment office

Social welfare office, on soup kitchen queue [2]

In mental healthcare

After having betrayed myself, sold my company

What would God think?

In the promised country of plastic bags

Hypocrites, successful people

Helping from above giving charity

You are always the loveliest

And I wouldn't want to pull the trigger

But they want to grind your meat

And they laugh at me

It will be costly

Born as so pretty

What would God think?

I cry away

[8x]

The majority subordinated as means for profitmaking

You dance among everyone

The prettiest no, the prettist

stare, the truth

alpha and omega

Ashes to ashes

From you to you

Birth and death

The flood of sorrow will put you in order

I am not ready to pull out the plug

Staying awake by your side

Cleaning your wounds

Among people who are wrong

Obey the power, obey, obey I don't

Still so beautiful

The colors of spectrum in your eyes

I am honest, those illnesses and diseases

You are consumed by those

And I try to get rid of those

But I don't if I ever succeed

I was building heaven to hell

I process the past so

You touched, I felt, looked, and noticed

I heard, was listening, I promoted myself (?)

I thought, I imagined myself to exist

I lived, lived my dream

I read, I knew, I understood

Don't you boy flatter yourself

When you are not destroying the truth

Only your own vision, yourself (yourself!)

I talk with invisible men

every day

What's up man? Streets are full of us

1981 when blind man jumped from a plane

Flipped out 2007

And managed from aurora, fool hatched

From bottom of Pandora's box finally found it

What would God think of?

And if there wouldn't be a God

What would stop me

from killing you?