Why?

I dance on grey skulls

Of just hipocrites

On my shoulders I carry

The globe full of fools

I devour my own trails

On which my homunculus hangs

The comet shot out of my brain

Will not reach the borders of the Space

Crowds of idiots trample down

My pregnant pituitary gland

I weep over my Loneliness

Surrounded by my Friends

I must laugh at the kidness

Of my mortal Enemies

I open my Inward Mind

For the icy breath of the endless Existence

I want to change into an icicle

Of the universal Reason

My heart turned to stone

Together with the testicles of the Life

Thousands of hammers hitting the anvil

Of my dark Destiny

Why

Billion of Nothing