I hear the rattles and tatters of home
kick over the buckets of the [bad word] dry
I can see, but I don't care
nothing is the best gift you can find
 [bad word] resh

on my past suffering
your voice is at last, smothering
to [bad word] with your excuses
what do you know of desperation
you people never feel the pain
of dark eyed angels in a desperate [bad word] in a desperate [bad word] 
I hear the rattles and tatters of home
thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry
I sit in the darkness of my own device
and search my soul for a paradise
 [bad word] resh

eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I'll be [bad word] eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I'll cry
yes, tomorrow I'll... die