Who the [bad word] are you to tell me
What to do, why to do, why bother
Leech in a mask of virtue
Such waste, to ever think of you again 

Hey Judas, your Christess was our love
Hit [bad word]  your will be done
Never sorry, never wrong
More more more more more 

Master passion greed 

"Hello. How are you?
Let me explain one thing.
All for her and more for me
Why is it so hard to see?
I see no sense in doing this
Not enough for me
I [bad word] up everything but let me explain." 

Some day you shall flee,
Panting and weak 

Master passion greed 

All within me gone but pain and hope
Hoping that the pain would fade away 

Greed, your master passion
I Feed the mouth that bites me
Mammon, opiate of the masses
The reek of your lies draws flies 

Seek her
Seduce her
Tame her
Blame her
Have her
Kill her
Feast on it all 

With awakening the tears will begin
To my everlasting shame silence took me