Love as any other name, I will recognize; love is real and soul real that it quickly abandons all that stands in Her way
No, I shan’t be doomed to repeat itself
No interest in your “jewelry” and your banks of baby loans
You will be crushed like the stone you continue to bang your head against like the idiot you are
While we dance as we always dance, crowned with flowers and setting your unholy books aflame upon our sacred lands
The Immaculate Perception 