[bad word] 
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
x2
My horse, is a shackled old man
His, his remorse
Was that he couldn't survey
The skies, right before
Right before, they went grey
My horse, and my remorse
Flying over a great bay

 [bad word] 

My source, is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before, they go grey
My source and my remorse
Flying over a great bay

 [bad word] 

Where were the eyes of a horizontal jet pilot,
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
x2

 [bad word] 

Where were the eyes of a horizontal jet pilot,
When he smiled when he flew over the bay

X

Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive
Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive

We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply~
DIE!

Show your people
Show your people how we died
Show your people
Show your people how we died

We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
No need to nullify
No need to nullify
No need to nullify
We don't need to nullify~
DIE! (growl)

We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to

Ask your people
Ask your people what is right
Ask your people
Ask your people what is right

We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
No need to multiply
No need to multiply
No need to multiply
We don't need to multiply