Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen,
Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages,
Carted around these filthy pages

I will draw Japan
I will draw Japan

Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin,
Empty vessels asserting,
We are still King, we are still King
Black [bad word] like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the scource of the noise

I will draw Japan
With fervent hands

Black cells depict a foreign land to draw Japan
Sleeping city emits no sound in [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word] 
I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen,
Hungry for oil and iron and tin
To your left a concrete factory,
Smoke billows, fists punch, Victory!
And my hands start shaking,
And Japan starts shaking

And I begin to draw out Japan,
In the shape of a man [bad word] through a market town,
Through [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word] 
No beast awalks in [bad word] No beast awalks in [bad word]