You crawl your way among my kind.
There's one mistake to think I'm blind
With passion I will end your days.
I am a Murder Brigade

Rat, Filth,
You dwell between the lowest of the low
Rat, Filth,
Soft spoken lies and fake emotions shown.

You put your hands on what is mine.
There's one mistake to think I'm blind.
With passion I well end your days.
I am a Murder Brigade

You meditate in silence,
My life's the longest cry.
I will make you understand,
Why you have to die.

You think you know my feelings,
Claim to know me well.
I will lead the way,
Into your own [bad word] 

Rat, Filth,
With passion I will end your days.