Текст песни Death Angel - я не знаю что делать..

to hear something new is hard and
painful for the ear. We hear the music
of foreigners badly."
i make the sounds you can't understand-
this is my critique!
this is my subversion!
this is my revolution!
i make the sounds that you can't
understand. My fingers, my voice
slide into every orifice.
You (I) own these words.
This is friendship.
That's what friends are for-
I AM NIEZTCHE!
1886 was a very good year- and
you know this to be true.
Thus spake me.