moment of clarity
 It spoke to me in tongues
 It spoke to me [bad word]  Of destitution, and of pain
 Where night, it never ever
 Seems [bad word]  To ease the misery of the day 

Degenerate whores
 Expose their stinking wares
 to a foul race of man...
 whores for all..., in time
 Death soon shall bind
 These soul less froms of men
 To the dead of their kind 

To live all their lives again
 They would die in the very
 Same way...
 Clinging to a profane hope that
 place beyond the grave
 May repay their suffering
 And their pain
 In a way that no [bad word] could ever ease
 The misery of the day...