Rites, crazy order -
The crazy order of power.
Blood-tinted, precise frenzy,
Stone-hard operetta.
Come, stand a while,
hidden behind the lined-up.
Keep silent and from here you'll see
how the monster goes sanctified.
Explosions, incense in the air,
firing squads in the yard.
In here, all things checked today
by a silent machinery.
Listen: bells are tolling -
up there, the victorious monster
has just appeared, to share
its words and kisses with the crowd.
Wait, don't do it.
You're blinded by delusion.
Where do you think you are?
Put your gun away.
It's theatre, nothing more -
see the trashy sets around.
They're just rehearsing on the stage.
The monster is inside of us.