1. MILLSTONES

There is no place for lives and destinies.
There is no place for sorrows and hopes.
It’s time for new guns,
It’s time to go to a new line.

It’s time to produce and consume much,
Create and manage stepping through the heads.

I throw lives to millstones,
I make my business on the other people’s bones.

I am ready to make you a victim of my desires,
And to build a new paradise from scratch.

Your own new paradise.
On other people’s bones.
From scratch.