If I could reign from here to the Rhin I'll do it without the last king of Scotland lied in my arms (yeah!) so I'll dispose the corpse of my old ghosts for the funeral banquet, I'll drink a toast for something trivial with my dead lover's blood and I will paint my cheeks with two fingers. Blood is my wine! God's in heaven, all right with the world.
If there is no God, I'll never be punished for my sins beyond this life. Pretty good news. If they want my tongue they'll have it; along a silver tray. Put a knife in my hand, make the music sounds and I'll cut it still beating, I'll eat it and I'll kill all of you.
Because nobody will cut my wings. 
Tongue=Wings again.
And if it gonna happen, I'll do it by myself and I'll be straight and proud.
Ah, he was listening. Well, well, well, the festival of carnal desires. Odd phrases, don't they? I don't mind who said or did it before. Can't you understand it? Can't you find meaning? Life hasn't got meaning neither.
I never wrote thinking about you.
Who does.
The time is over.
Go to hell, we may meet down there.
Be sure, I will be there. 
Bleed as a pig. Die.