Got the disease in my mind that [bad word] through in you
Guilty toys for your insides
Just plead and I’ll conduct you
Believe in me, I’m the juice
Recieve from me the hand of [bad word] 
In still your [bad word] I’ll take you there
I penetrate [bad word] through
Feel it so warm
Branded forearm
Synthetic high that drains you
Accelerated poles
 [bad word] through
Branded forearm
Mudvayne returned
Inner mutiny lost tranquility
Broken people fixed again plumming christened with disorder
? ? took a spell to possess you
You embrace me for the high
Unfocused black swells as you die
Inner icon solicits sympathy
Depated being [bad word] so desperatly
Im so outside myself
Breathless body betrays my cry for help
Rest in earth,
Rest in peace
Await rebirth as I roll up my sleeve feel
Roll up my [bad word] sleeve
It so warm
Branded forearm
Masticate you as I cultivate through
You’re life I loathe,
 [bad word] #33;
Scrambled being your impressions leaking
Sins been bastoned in you
Do what I do just to see through you
Your life is death now
Consequenses been plowed under earth
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Want you dead so much