I lament for the deaf and blind
While the mute verbalize behind tired eyes
Triumphant!
As he consummates with color
An aesthetic finale and stupor
I am convinced my [bad word] addicted savior
Reigns in victorious sleep!

As she slits her wrists and bellows to the godless
Oh, the godless sit upon vacant gallows
Tying their own nooses and in melancholy sadness
Vie for knives to break their beaks
As they stand at the pinnacle of disease

Growing the graves of humanity
From the [bad word] seedlings
But you reign victorious!
On an Earth consuming the corpse flowers

Of mothers and brothers,
Sisters and fathers
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
Musicians and cowards
We all cower at the sight of monsters...

You are like the night sky
On a cloudy day in the midst of the city
Polluted and inaccessible to me
But beautiful as you captivate my dreams
Oh, god have mercy on me
We pray to the vacancy
On our prostrate and broken knees

Breath is stolen from me
As I arrive at your murder scene
Oh, god have mercy on me!
Oh, god have mercy on me!

I can't help but feel nothing
Pure apathy and displacency
This is what death has done to me
This is what death has done to me