Give us the courage to think for ourselves
to question the authority that lives in us
When blackness befalls the history we make
Don't seduce us to become what we hate most
In the name of the father, the son, and the holocaust.
My Savior is the Absurd That changes faster Than my prejudice I hold my heads up To brush the world's light With my eyelashes My Savior knows What it means to be finite Everything becomes high A trumpet grows out of my nose, Or a clarinet A tuba perhaps You really can't tell Other extremities ...