Within my turmoil lies no answers
 nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds
 tired of cowards.
 Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics
 listen to my lyrics before discounting validity
 you never been no kin to me
 I see through your papier-mache mask so clearly
 Yes, fear me.
 you never seen this thought pattern,
 though my gear may appear tattered,
 your whole way of life I plan to shatter
 Sick of sub-species brain matter controlling airwaves
 Weak-minded walk brainwashed in haze
 I pray for the last days.
  
 I disintegrate visual plain, battlefield to remain in mental
 your attempts to rhyme are inconsequential
 I met you halfway and remain empty-handed
 Never forgot that the Beast is branded
 [bad word] to ancients in Sanskrit
 Elicit use of [bad word] to conjure a false god
 I move herds of these so-called Mc's with cattle prods
 So now I sob for my corpse-culture
 Nicely packaged for the corporate vultures
 you call me vulgar but I'm just a shadow of society,
 Not [bad word] 
 Peace to the last [bad word]  ODDATEEE,
 Let us wander aimlessly,
 My idols sell their asses shamelessly.
 I pray for the day of the megaton.