Antonin Artaud según Bauhaus
The young man held a gun to the head of GodStick this holy cow
Put the audience in actionLet the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's words, white hot knivesSlicing through warm butter
The butter is the heartThe rancid peeling soul
Scratch pictures on asylum wallsBroken nails and matchsticks hypodermic hypodermic hypodermic RED FIX
One man's poison another man's meatOne man's agony another man's treat
Artaud lived with his neck paced firmly in the nooseEyes black with pain,
Limbs in cramps contortedThe theatre and its double
The void and the abortedTHOSE INDIANS WANK ON HIS BONES (repeat).
Segundo corte del disco Burning from the Inside (1983).