Were taking on, too much at once, tables turning, the traps are

Set, we're sticking our big dick, into the business that hardly

Concerns us, he's ignorant

We're pissing off, our biggest rivals, with a shrug or a

Shoulder. If we're going into this half-cocked we'll

Get cold cocked, clean clocked.

(chorus)

To Permanently kill yourself. To permanently kill your family

To permanently kill your god, to permanently kill the rest of the

Fucking population



Malaise, contagious cadaver, indisposed of flowering bacterial

Death display, some will cry that this is the vengeance of

Death, and only to death, no great rewards



(chours)

Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb, your death

Experience is common and sobering, to the radiating children

Of the dead god