monkeys get tested, braincells dissolve I saw the holy virgin popping out of this rusty toaster and saw her face bruised by a tagged dollarsign I saw a young man's ideals torn away by the greedy looks on an EA poster and have not his children dine I saw my statue turn into the one of a wizen crook beyond one's nose is just the horizon, look: this is the house of despicable mirrors fleecing in the name of security 750 billion to have the gears of war greased 40 million for monomania and advertisement interrupting the muddy waters of the deceased sinking in the mir of a messy peace nevertheless I trust the merciful hands of the filthy god of conscience let alone the chosen few let those paper castles burn let the iron queen ascend the scaffold with toothy smile and wait till Marica turns yellow