I want,
I want you to trust in me.
I want,
I want to keep your belief.
I want,
I want to hear all your words.
I want,
I want to control your thoughts.

I want,
I want to enjoy your voice.
I want,
I want to become a noise.
I want,
I want you to see me clear.
I want,
I want to share my ideas...

I want,
I want all your fantasies.
I want,
I want all your remedies.
I want,
I want you to scream my name!
I want,
I want a transcendent fame!

Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
Do you need me?

Can you still hear my voice?
Yes, we can!
Can you still see my hands?
Yes, we can!
Can you still feel my noise?
Yes, we can!
No, I can't understand...

We want to trust you if we can.
We want to make you our saint.
We want to raise up our hands
To greet your flatulent advent.