["On entraine les jeunes soldats r tirer sur des hommes, mais leurs officiers ne les autorisent pas r ecrire MERDE sur leurs avions parce qe c'est obsccne."]

[Colonel Walter Kurtz]



We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Cuddled up to eah other

The pighead full of straw(s)



The whispers we exchange

Are devoid of meaning

Army must have moral men

Able to use their instinctive pulsions to kill



Without any emotion(s)

Without any passion

Without any judgement

I commit hundred(s) (of) horrors



Horrors you've seen

But you refuse to see

Cause they get too much

For the ordinary men



Words are powerless to describe

Clearly what is necessary

For those who don't know

What the real horror means



You've (got) no right to call me (an) assassin

But you've (got) the right to kill me

You've (got) the right to do it

But you've (got) no right to judge me