The word has no reason to be spoken
That's why I respected it
And look, Troy is still on fire
And look, Adolf is hoisting up the swastika flag
Victory, victory, victory
We are all roommates in madness
and I have no money to pay the rent
Last year's girlfriend wore a black wedding dress
And her reasons were her own
The word has no reason to be raised up
The word raw food for ravens
And look, Rome is still being saved
And look, the Hannibals with holes on their chests
Victory, victory, victory
We are all roommates in madness...
The word is rotting away, is being consumed
No one is discussing it
And look, Oedipus is blinding himself
And look, Salome is stripping off her veil
Victory, victory, victory