I Am Nietzche

To hear something new is hard and painful for the ear
We hear the music of foreigners badly

I make the sounds you can't understand
I make the sounds you can't understand
Thus spake me

My fingers, my voice, slide into every orifice
My fingers, my voice

This is my critique, this is my subversion
This is my revolution, this is my revolution

I make the sounds that you can't understand
I make the sounds that you can't understand
You, I, spake me

You, I own these words
This is friendship, that's what friends are for
You, I own these words
This is friendship, that's what friends are for

I am Nietzsche
Thus spake me
I am Nietzsche

I am Nietzsche
I am Nietzsche
I am Nietzsche
I am Nietzsche
I am Nietzsche

1886 was a very good year
And you know this to be true
Thus spake me