now I am forced to repeat, I am forced to repeat it again
I am forced to repeat sacred ritual of washing hands
wash my hands 'til they're clean
scrub my hands until they bleed
'til flesh drops from my bones
the sacred purity achieved
so: now count your eyes
then count your teeth,
and then count your hair
and - when darkness comes
count all the stars
make sure they are still there
wash my hands 'til they're clean
scrub my hands until they bleed
'til flesh drops from my bones
the sacred purity achieved
count the angels when they’ll start to dance
on the head of the pin
count devils as well - you never know
which side will win this war
the purity of the mind
the perfect transparence
the cleanliness is next...
but always out of reach
my work is never done -
the sacred purity
the cleanliness is next
...to godliness
my work is never done, the sacred purity is always out of reach, always out my hands, always few inches away, no matter how hard I try...
my work is never done and I can not stop, for if I will ever stop, if I will ever fail, if I will ever neglect my duty… I don’t want to know, I don’t want to check, I can not imagine such blasphemy… I don’t want to... my sacred duty keeps me safe and sound,
safe and sane,
sane,
saint