Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth 
With the crimson milk of human blindness 
In charnel towers of ivory besieged 
The bones of subjugation are picked clean 
In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence 
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed 

Blood and tears – out [bad word] spot out 
Of perpetual decay 
The salt in open wounds – out [bad word] spot out 
The scars remain, perpetual decay 

Bloody hands never wash clean 
Abject misery to bleed 
Decadence to feed 
Out [bad word] spot out 

Parched with thirst how the other half die 
Void [bad word] our [bad word] dry 
With a silver spoon born to [bad word] graves 
The only consecration, the economics of pain 
In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence 
Wells of [bad word] diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap... 

Blood and tears – out [bad word] spot out 
The [bad word] of perpetual decay 
Pouring the salts in open wounds – out [bad word] spot out 
The scars will stay, perpetual decay 

Bloody hands never wash clean 
Abject misery to bleed 
Decadence to feed 
Out [bad word] spot out 

Bloody hands never wash clean 
Abject misery to bleed 
Decadence to feed 
Out [bad word] spot out