First the climb 
 [bad word] the status 
 Regained sight 
 Undercontrolled 
 On a directionless path 

 One should be 
 The quiet one who would not see 
 Resemblance in self 
 And all those spawned 

 All in the same 
 Suffering sadness 
 Incredible [bad word] 
 Justice to this madness 

 Remember, forget who you are 
 Negative and bored 
 And have given a little too much thought 
 Here today, long gone yesterday 
 Saw a million zombies like me 
 Some of whom have entered the fray 

 man with nothing to lose 
 Will kill quicker than a wolf 
 Will tear your flesh 
 And a man with all to gain 
 He will do the same 
 Now has easily passed the threshold 

 We bleed
 Like the rest of you pigs
 We breed
 [bad word] like the rest of you parasites

 We plead
 For an end
 The need
 For selfishness
 We bleed
 Ourselves instead

 Tortured
 Wondering whether
 The process of thinking
 Duplicates itself
 Mirrored by maniacal malicious intentions
 Carried out with ease
 We bleed

 man with nothing to lose
 Has [bad word] swifter than a snake
 Displays cold survival
 And a man with all to gain
 He has done the same
 But has never crossed the threshold

 Leap across the line
 Teeter back and forth
 On the brink
 Decide which path
 You take every hour