prophet - destroy the beautiful

soundcloud: vk: I want to become the deceased, so that my blood splashes every untouched street of London forever. I want to shine like a ruby, to get at least a little bit of my rotten space, which no one will find, no one will dig up, to which there is no access under kilometers of stone. I want my blood not to be washed away from the facades, so that my blood is washed away only from the windows, so that people like me can see the red wine flowing from my face around, I want to be content with more, I want them to absorb the flowing red wine under the bark of my stone, like a ruby, mug. what is the point for me to fight for something, to get something, and not to destroy what others have got, so that they can feel what I feel and what I think about when I hit a cute feminine guy with an expensive pitchfork on the edge of town, with a bunch of consoles, with a bunch of filled books shelves, with a soft bed and your own trained dog. any of the results of my work leads to my sacred plan, I just want to destroy all the most beautiful things in this world.