6AM the Jazz begins
Suck through a [bad word] 
Inject the beans…
Then siege an underground keep
Tucked in a mass of fellow creeps
Hunched over in a sweating pack
With bags and knuckles in my back

Back! Back!
Bags and knuckles in my back!

An iron worm in concrete wreath
My skin it reeks with someone’s breath
many-faced yet faceless pile
I close my eyes and hope you choke in pain and [bad word] die

Like squads of roaches that pest your kitchens
The human [bad word] spreads through the eons
Malignant tumor of god’s creation
rotten lot in procreation

Change the line en route to [bad word] 
Terminal Inferno

Amoeba nation — you make me sick
So full of yourselves, pathetic gimps
belch of nature lord’s greatest joke
Extermination — the only choice

Worm spits out the masses, crazed in frantic madness, on [bad word] 
Stomp and maim each other, mad at one another, kill and [bad word] 
Empty stands the Golden Throne
 [bad word] has frozen to the bone
God and Devil both are gone
In this world we are alone

Bones are cracked and ground, pain’s the only sound, in my ears
All that was [bad word]  hauled into [bad word]  all these years
Empty stands the Golden Throne
 [bad word] has frozen to the bone
God and Devil both are gone
In this world we are alone

Empty stands the Golden Throne!
 [bad word] has frozen to the bone!
God and Devil both are gone!
In this world we are alone! (х3)