Now listen man:
 There's no good to be found in this mire
 The muck's just deeper and the further you dig
 The more it sticks to your soul and skin
 Slowly settling the taint within

 When all is said
 We'll be amongst the practical dead
 Cut off from the way ahead
 Picked as the world colludes
 To see the circle conclude

 Now listen man:
 There's just filth to be found in this mire
 The more you [bad word]  the faster you sink
 So abandon your search
 If you're stuck in [bad word]  You're worse off if know it was well

 When all is said
 All blood is bled
 We'll be amongst the practical dead
 Cut off from the way ahead
 broken, battered brood
 Casualties of the general mood
 Picked as the world colludes
 To see the circle conclude

 Hear the mob calls my name
 To quench its bloodlust again
 One final glorious act
 To end this dismal, this dismal sinister pact

 Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle, our final closure

 Our sentence, the crowning of the cycle
 One final time to stand before the howling hundreds
 Blood surging like thunder, our final closure