We have no future
Heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to [bad word] 
As fast as it can be
I wish that I could be the king
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
Sell each others [bad word] 
Sometimes I feel so worthless
Sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
Then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is a policeman
Death is a priest
Death is a stereo
Death is TV
Death is the Tarot
Death is a angel and
Death is a god, killing us all

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
I'm just the ashes

She put the seeds in me
Plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
I'm just the ashes