Lyrics:

city filled with fakes and [bad word] 
Disease abundant and guilt non-existent.
The only feeling I have for this place, 
the pure hatred [bad word] through my [bad word] veins.

Where is your originality? The lack to think with your own head.
I am the closest thing to a "God", in a church full of followers.

Even without grounds to what I preach, you rely off my every word.
You're a waste. Your reality is based off my every word.
Feasting off others ideas was never such an understatement.
My Goals have been set and will [bad word] 

Open your mind, your originality is gone. Open your eyes, there is no place like home.
There is no [bad word] place like home.