Hieronymus: Matricidadl Lineage

I've grown insane, mother, father? Why keep me fettered in this pastoral cell? I know none else can For not even I can see the skin that binds me Still lighter than the flesh of mourning mother Lighter even than the air she breathes She'd best prepare Best prepare Mother, father I'll shred you limb from limb Let your fluids spew forth and into me Flow as rivers, by this savage ritual Now I'm free Broken chains Bespeak my release Now I am unleashed Unleashed