Mein Gott.

My father was a monster
But our father was a God

My mother sometimes speaks to me
And our mother roams in Nod

My kin are mad and all deformed
Our friends shine like the sun

My people curse me through my skin
But our people all are one

Our father was a blasphemy
And we are a tragedy
And we have but to emulate

My father lives on blasphemy
I see beyond the tragedy
And I have but to emulate

Mein Gott
I can see everything