Death In June

Can I trust a human?
Can I trust his soul?
Like pigs they link together
Like pigs in a sausage roll
They all think they're individuals
They all think they're free
Nietzsche said they are supermen
Displayed in a butcher's shop to me
Makes sense within a framework
Of that Nazarene reality
I wish I had a gun
Which set us all free
This is my dream, that one day
Everyone will have an absolute armistice
Unconditionally
I hope this happens for the World and the World Tree
Can I trust a human?
Can I trust his soul?
They all link together
In their selfish hole